This is a song about "Shooting cats"

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Now of days people will be shooting,

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

These other cats bring blasphemy

Looking at your money

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Not only high, but i season you cats