This is a song about "Tyler likes rapeing fishs and cats"

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

Who likes to battle rap and thinks i fuck with dairy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Sound wise... or that style they puttin' out now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Not only high, but i season you cats

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands