This is a song about "Running over cats with lawnmowers"

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Well be running a muck with our music, doorlists and business

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Or know them testament verses

That shoebox shit, over with,

Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

I'm the stack over-fun, fast flow and running

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find