This is a song about "Dogs and cats"

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

And my wants will never settle,fuck a kennel,me and my dogs broke out,

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

You wake up and apparently ya pissed a couple cats off,

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

For the new cats to come and take the fame

My mind potent like you high off keys or something

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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