This is a song about "Bad kitty cars"

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Her kitty purr, feel bad for her, my dick considered weaponry

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.