This is a song about "Playdough cats"

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

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