This is a song about "Dead cats"

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

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

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Know it good when she go no hands

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

These other cats bring blasphemy

Third ward general, young cash money

These other cats bring blasphemy

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody