This is a song about "Have sex with cats"

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

They keep pouncing on us like cats , bring up the survey man , they must have known the stats

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

And in love with her, lets have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Convertibles with turbo jets

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes