This is a song about "Dead cats"

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

And now your best friend's having kids

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

These other cats bring blasphemy

And losin all his money

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

That’s what i call a fairy tale

Lifeless, trying to stay awake as cats skit they songs

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Got all these cats surroundin' me, trying to get a freebie

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

It allows society to be questioned, can take down fat cats like

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died