This is a song about "Good cats"

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

So here i am at the store for some chips

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Feedin' off these cats, i see my lats growin'

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

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

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands