The type greedy but like a treaty, unite cats, crew fight
With gatts, a foul toy made of alloy so my rhymes tight
Like mix metals when my fix settles so yall turn on the light
Whack cats don’t trust them I’ve become accustom to hate
Don’t lend money always end funny with me in the hole for cake
Fakes don’t pay back they stay whack and stingy not great