This is a song about "Fucking cats"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

These other cats bring blasphemy

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

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Hit it til your make up missing

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Got all these cats surroundin' me, trying to get a freebie

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens