This is a song about "Good cats"

It allows society to be questioned, can take down fat cats like

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Lifeless, trying to stay awake as cats skit they songs

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

Not only high, but i season you cats

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail