This is a song about "My kat"

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Grab my knife and my gun

I pop one, you pop one

See my pain through my eyes,

Sit back and watch your sunrise

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

But you don't have a chance

It's really not an issue

Wanna break ya off, come kit-kat you

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

Dont look at this as a preech .. look at it as a speech/

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My shirt, purple label my shirt