This is a song about "Cats"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

Niggas say i'm loco

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//