This is a song about "Cats"

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

These other cats bring blasphemy

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//