This is a song about "Foxes and cats"

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

And i'm raw, fish scale

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Word play, olubowale is my first name

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Truthfully ya'll are cool cats, but i'm a hound

I heard ya lost do you know your way around