This is a song about "Cats"

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

She likes the way it hits her lips

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Not only high, but i season you cats

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

You know that love is a very serious thing

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Leopards... cats, they make you grow