This is a song about "Shooting cats"

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Teach you how to rope a chick

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

A shooting range with bullet limits

And losin all his money

These other cats bring blasphemy

20 racks really thats sneaker money

These other cats bring blasphemy

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

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans