This is a song about "Cats"

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

You wake up and apparently ya pissed a couple cats off,

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

And this will be the song that we sing

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

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

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

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round