This is a song about "Shooting cats"

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

And dame said he proud of my newfound honesty

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

These other cats bring blasphemy

Must be something you want me to see

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in