This is a song about "Punting cats"

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

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Not only high, but i season you cats

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

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

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

These other cats bring blasphemy

Let me rideuntil i get free