This is a song about "Dillon the cat"

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

The real muscle in the message of that

When they ask my answers always it was the cat

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

You're a pussy not a cat

She michael jackson bad

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference