This is a song about "Dogs cats"

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