This is a song about "Dead cats"

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Not only high, but i season you cats

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

These other cats bring blasphemy

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

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

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

I reel them in, goadomes on see

These other cats bring blasphemy

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting