This is a song about "Mister kitty"

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Mister incredible, has to be credible

Mister please can i have some more

Lower than my credit score

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

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

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Her brother look up to me, he callin me mister