This is a song about "Cats"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

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

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

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

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose