This is a song about "Cats"

These other cats bring blasphemy

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,