Check my bank account, got racks on racks
Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,
Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats
Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans
He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,
Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks
Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
I don't think it's right when the dogs come to pee
What them tippers don't see
These other cats bring blasphemy
And they can't see the tragedy
These other cats bring blasphemy
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