This is a song about "Kit kat bars"

I be spittin the bars,

Bitch got all them booty shots

Wanna break ya off, come kit-kat you

The boa know they loving the crew

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

Blood flows thick, sewing kit needed to stitch.

You wonda why they call u bitch

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

You cant even handle 2 bars

Real g when i'm spitting bars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

But i got so many bars

And mine somewhere bout mars