This is a song about "Your cats"

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

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

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Not king james, these were coke kings

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Lifeless, trying to stay awake as cats skit they songs

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Got all these cats surroundin' me, trying to get a freebie

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free