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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

Running with no fuckin shoe

And real bitches don't respect you

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

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

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

I'm running with all this hate stopping

With the piece that kel was rocking