This is a song about "Cats"

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

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

I only got one rule, no kissing

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose