This is a song about "Cuddling cats"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

These other cats bring blasphemy

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

You wake up and apparently ya pissed a couple cats off,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

When they hear me rocking the groove

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Cause we been off them slave ships

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that