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

And all she wants is to dance

Running over trans ams

You, you, you have to pay for that

We taking over towns with it

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Well be running a muck with our music, doorlists and business

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

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

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

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

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

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing