This is a song about "Cats"

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Truthfully ya'll are cool cats, but i'm a hound

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

What them tippers don't see

These other cats bring blasphemy