This is a song about "Running over cats with lawnmowers"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Please correct me, stretch marks

With blood running fast down my arms

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I'm the stack over-fun, fast flow and running

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that