This is a song about "Cats"

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

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

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

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

They all see my life from a childish position

These other cats bring blasphemy

If you ain't about money

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//