This is a song about "My cat"

Like a cat without claws,

Huh, a metaphor of course

Its like a game of cat an mouse,

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Mami... she open, she open

Whats the matter cat got your tongue

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

When they ask my answers always it was the cat

Crazy talking and foolish

The game is electronic cat piss