This is a song about "Mister kitty"

Everyone, look! that kitty believes in immortality!

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Luck is gone for you mister kill a cop ain't steady

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

Now i know a lotta styles, some see