This is a song about "Kitty litter"

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

Everyone, look! that kitty believes in immortality!

Commitment no not really, and shawty don't be silly

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Filled up with so much material litter, they call me material spiller,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Critical maims of innocent lames litter the lane with bitterness//