This is a song about "Dogs and cats"

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Sound wise... or that style they puttin' out now

These other cats bring blasphemy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Together, we say hi to the sunrise and fight together when the sun sets

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

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

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad