This is a song about "Fucking cats and dogs"

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

These other cats bring blasphemy

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I need a jail house to free my dogs

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

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats