This is a song about "Our cat"

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Im givin' you bad luck worse than a black cat

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

I attract these pussy's like cat nip,

Conical bra make a cat go psycho

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Top dropped down, black on black

Its flows and leaks from this cat

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

You're a pussy not a cat