This is a song about "Kitty from the city"

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Flow is cold from the city streets

Spitting lethal seen the evil taken over the people in my city...

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

Oklahoma city transportation, way i bring the thunder

But five years from now i bet she see

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I come from a city with more drugs than a evidence locker

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!