This is a song about "Yoga cats"

Feedin' off these cats, i see my lats growin'

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

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

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Not only high, but i season you cats