This is a song about "Bitch called katie nolan"

This is like riding through the city

There's one called christianity

Only concern was the home that was close to him

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

Went up and called jesus,

My nigga, its all love

Bro called dad over, we tried to explain

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Efficient like i was called ergonomics/

Boy get off your so called little lady,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Order shit load crack on ebay, bitch that's called underground ties

Theres nothing called mission abort

I style on new york, pile up my fork