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

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

And like to boast and brag

Snapple fact: you rather wack

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

She can only live for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

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

My criteria ain't even that serious

Guess what ike, im fucking katie

We got money to go get baby