This is a song about "Loving cats"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Know it good when she go no hands

Not only high, but i season you cats

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Leopards... cats, they make you grow