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

As you're running in circles you get mixed up with each other

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Would you be running with crews or have somethin' to prove,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

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

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

That shoebox shit, over with,

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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