This is a song about "Your cats"

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

They bringing me fish and chips

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits