This is a song about "Fucking gats cats"

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

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

With gats, extra mags and clips

3m's on my new balance

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

Alright we're back again, pop gats again