This is a song about "Cats"

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

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

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

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

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given