This is a song about "Erin and isla and katie"

I don't think you understand me katie, no one does,

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Uzi pop, you news and choppers

And their mothers and fathers

And remember what i said and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

And get it again and again

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Living young and wild and free