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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

When we meet you with gats, better find your asylum

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Fuck, i'm on with that shady desire like slim connected with a wire,

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

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets