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

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

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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

And with them dashes ur probably running too fast.

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

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

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived