This is a song about "Cats"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

These other cats bring blasphemy

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

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

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

It allows society to be questioned, can take down fat cats like

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps