This is a song about "Warrior cats"

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,

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

The apache warrior, raps sorcerer no error

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

And peace to this young warrior,

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Better or worse, the center of attention

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

A warrior, so instead i bask in the land of champions