This is a song about "Cats"

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

Feedin' off these cats, i see my lats growin'

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags