This is a song about "Litter"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

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

2 your litter box fast fact! with this spit so sick

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Take her back to where i live

Don't give a fuck, litter life