This is a song about "Radioactive cats"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

So here i am at the store for some chips

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

My rhymes are fucking radioactive, like theyr straight outa chernobyl,

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

Hopin' that my niggas see

These other cats bring blasphemy

You wake up and apparently ya pissed a couple cats off,

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

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