This is a song about "My kat"

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My words are my rhythm

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These my rhymes and my story

They sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

My shirt, purple label my shirt