This is a song about "Dead cats"

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

These other cats bring blasphemy

Hopin' that my niggas see

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Way too much right here is at stake

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Zero options to choose

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Dc's here, this is where crack lives