This is a song about "Weed and cats"

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

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Weed smoke, booze and violence

You wake up and apparently ya pissed a couple cats off,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

That hands you weed and alcohol

And could i be a star

With some weed and a cup

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck