This is a song about "Kitty cleaver"

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Hackin bitches with a cleaver like i got cabin fever

But five years from now i bet she see

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

You're so bad at rapping that even hello kitty said goodbye to you.

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

How bout my brother toast kitty, he produces beats that sound like symphony's,

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

As he grew up he got more confused

(make a) girl's kitty purr on my chin after i've been in her

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror