This is a song about "Grumpy cat"

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Well now i'm the top cat

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Its flows and leaks from this cat

But i muscle rap

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

Huh, a metaphor of course

Like a cat without claws,

And embarass you. put ya offense in wild cat,

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat