This is a song about "Good cats"

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

So here i am at the store for some chips

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

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

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

Hit the club she drop it low

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

These other cats bring blasphemy