This is a song about "Kitty from the city"

And first off, i ain't trying to be conscious

Blunt loaded up like the city bus

Flow is cold from the city streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

I'm a little tipsy right now, imma spill more, from the same city as millard fillmore

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Is pity from no one, the city is no fun

Why me, i say it cause we number one

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

Because we barey talk and im almost in the city

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee