This is a song about "Shooting cats"

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

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

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

I'm on my own shit

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

These other cats bring blasphemy

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Momma say, you making me lose pay