This is a song about "My lost cat"

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

When they ask my answers always it was the cat

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

That i will leave earth with her

Man i just lost my temper

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Few days back my sister lost her son....