This is a song about "Why the fuck cats exist"

So why the fuck do you think i dwell,

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Fuck it, there's no reason for this to exist/

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

But then i thought, "why the fuck do i care"

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

"man, why do you keep trying why the fuck are you fighting"