This is a song about "Dillon the cat"

When they ask my answers always it was the cat

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Predicting a storm, remember jack the cat? nah? good, me neither/

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

The game is electronic cat piss

You ain’t never been higher than this

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Be a real cat,rep your ass in the cypher

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

Whats the matter cat got your tongue

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done