This is a song about "Cats pinaples"

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

With women with issues

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Feedin' off these cats, i see my lats growin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin