This is a song about "My cats"

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

So here i am at the store for some chips

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,