This is a song about "You have sex with cats"

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Not only high, but i season you cats

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

You just another dumb hoe with some sex appeal

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And in love with her, lets have sex

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

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

All the girls wanna have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you