This is a song about "Cats"

Just to go to liv on a sunday

These other cats bring blasphemy

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

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

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap