This is a song about "My cats"

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

Silly bitches gon' follow

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Not only high, but i season you cats

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags