This is a song about "Cats"

Not king james, these were coke kings

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

These other cats bring blasphemy

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Feedin' off these cats, i see my lats growin'