This is a song about "Dead cat"

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

When that money calls i holla back

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

When they ask my answers always it was the cat

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Is this because you you shagged ya cat

Luxury life, results living bad

Yeah, im not the skinniest cat.

Its flows and leaks from this cat

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Trying to beat me you rapping like a cat

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

You keep playing, you will look like a gyro

Conical bra make a cat go psycho