This is a song about "Stray cats"

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

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

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

Third ward general, young cash money

These other cats bring blasphemy

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

Cos they suck so hard they're crap can stray a buck...

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

My stray plaque... "bitch please you're gonna die!"

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity