This is a song about "My lost cat"

Because there ain't no coming back from that

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

I let her decorate the real estate

I'm not alright. lost all my might,

Not only had the fiend died

My cat jsut says meow

You ask me who i'm stroking now

The flow's cold as a shoulder

But i lost my composure

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap