This is a song about "Mister kitty"

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

He says i'm at level 2 with my rhymes, mister amir, wait for tough times,

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Look it something they can't ever see

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

Your saying i suck, well fuck, i guess its my bad luck, mister buck,

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Her brother look up to me, he callin me mister

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad