This is a song about "Pickles cats potatoes and fridges"

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

These other cats bring blasphemy

And now that i’m getting money

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,