This is a song about "Mister kitty"

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

How bout my brother toast kitty, he produces beats that sound like symphony's,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Her brother look up to me, he callin me mister

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Mister please can i have some more

And there's little to be glad for

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

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Do u also look at hello kitty?

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Your death's miscella-neous, say hi to mister hades man, these little games

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,