This is a song about "Cats"

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Better or worse, the center of attention

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

Same bitches used to play me though

These other cats bring blasphemy

It ain't hard to make money

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

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