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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Not only high, but i season you cats

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

They keep pouncing on us like cats , bring up the survey man , they must have known the stats

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

You would bet on malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense