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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

I'm coming back to shock and awe, keep running, squawkin' with your clotted scars,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

If you cross paths with my while im running straight,

Let em marinate, you forever late

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

And with them dashes ur probably running too fast.

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die