This is a song about "Kitty"

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

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

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

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

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

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

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,