This is a song about "Have u met the trippy cat"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

This beat is kinda trippy / maybe its the weed - the pipe has hit me

My change of sense must have spent you- clutch the purse u lost the pen to

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

The game is electronic cat piss

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Ill snap u in have like the seahawks did randell el/

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Now u don't have a face to save, so don't be mad you lost the race

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Trippy music for modern hippies like i'm in the kooks

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly