This is a song about "Cats"

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

It allows society to be questioned, can take down fat cats like

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Truthfully ya'll are cool cats, but i'm a hound

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win