This is a song about "Shooting cats"

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Shooting down moms and wives

All the time with this glock of mines

Not only high, but i season you cats

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

A shooting range with bullet limits

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

These other cats bring blasphemy

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!