This is a song about "Fucking cats and dogs"

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

You wake up and apparently ya pissed a couple cats off,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite,

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

And my wants will never settle,fuck a kennel,me and my dogs broke out,

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps