This is a song about "Kit kat"

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Cause when i get done you might need more than a first-aid kit

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Got a kit kat, better split that

And there's no way i can pay you back

Reapin' what i put inside the tuth, here's the sewin' kit

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

The way i stitch like a pissed off prick rhyming shit with a sewing kit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Wake up and sniff a line of kat i've had my special k,

Walked up and started to creep behind her, you reached within her reach

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