This is a song about "Trap the cat"

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Funny, cause i'm the dog and the cat dies in this movie,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And forget about the trap,

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

And she's the type to booby trap my penis with her cleavage

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

The foundation collapse, your trap inside, you couldn't go

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Aight santana man...let's do this

The game is electronic cat piss