This is a song about "Stray cats"

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

These other cats bring blasphemy

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

Same bitches used to play me though

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance