This is a song about "Cats"

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

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Went out and had a church of kids

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

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

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

These other cats bring blasphemy

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks