This is a song about "Cats"

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

You can hear it in my lyrics

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

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

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Got all these cats surroundin' me, trying to get a freebie

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Not only high, but i season you cats

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats