This is a song about "Kitty cta"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

My education stopped at a high school degree

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Donate a kitty and tell the feds to come get me!

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

Bitch, they call it motor city

Do u also look at hello kitty?

"ooo cute kitty, want some food?" after being just sliced

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind