This is a song about "Kats and dawgs"

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

And i got seven dawgs on call so i know its all good

And kill yourself and your clique

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy

So calm and so sound, u rap battle kats might aswell say fuk it/

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

And more than confident

And remember what i said and

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I do the right thing

And their mothers and fathers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years