This is a song about "Kittens and puppies"

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

You, you, you have to pay for that

And some strawberries and some chocolate

And get it again and again

Magic city tipping them

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

And kill yourself and your clique

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Well, i can handle that

And pissing red, white, and blue

And word i blew off herb i grew