This is a song about "My cat butters"

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

When love comes callin', don’t love back

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

So now she picks up the gun

Whats the matter cat got your tongue

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Conical bra make a cat go psycho

The cat pissed on my porch? bitch don't do it again,

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Im givin' you bad luck worse than a black cat