This is a song about "Nigga cat"

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

When they ask my answers always it was the cat

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Im givin' you bad luck worse than a black cat

Their face appears on missing cat posters

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Its like a game of cat an mouse,

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

This game of cat and mouse ends a.s.a.p

I'm spotted on different beaches, cohiba smoking reefer

Predicting a storm, remember jack the cat? nah? good, me neither/

And embarass you. put ya offense in wild cat,

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that