This is a song about "Dying cats"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

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

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance