This is a song about "Zionist pigs who like shady cats with 80 gats"

She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

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

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

Girl like u mess with boy who earn...

I killed my manager with an iron