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

If you cross paths with my while im running straight,

We both teenagers with the same mind state

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

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

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

People are running around in circlees they start over lapping

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Running over trans ams

They just wanna dance

With blood running fast down my arms

You haters put up your guards

Flows all over the place like im running and jumping

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives