This is a song about "Tying up my cat to a tree"

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Trying to beat me you rapping like a cat

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

A bird swooped to the tree of truth, carried and flew,

Wonder if they take it all back

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

And the reasons why i’m not stuck up a tree

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Got a picture of your cat,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

That couldn't seem to handle the complexity of tying there laces,

My first kill was my neighbor's dog tied to a tree.

But respect is more real, and ambition the key