This is a song about "Finding cats"

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

I know they pay me too much of attention

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Must be something you want me to see

These other cats bring blasphemy