This is a song about "Dying cats"

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Giving life to dying breeds

Bun b, i’m underground king

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Im living every second that im dying

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Riding around without a fuck given

A dying dream, you even try in

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Not only high, but i season you cats

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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