This is a song about "Cats"

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

These other cats bring blasphemy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hey your honor, is you kidding

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands