This is a song about "I really like cats"

But i really don't like my mind state, head ain't really sewn right i might break

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

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

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

Sometimes i feel like i really want to punch them all

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

Know it good when she go no hands

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Before i really bring the fire and sentence you whack ass to hell like

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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