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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

She do it with no hands

Running over trans ams

Running with no fuckin shoe

I live in a zoo

That shoebox shit, over with,

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

And with them dashes ur probably running too fast.

I understand, i'm back by popular demand