This is a song about "Fucking cats and dogs"

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

These other cats bring blasphemy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?