This is a song about "Kate the husky"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

I like to hang out with kate,

New york, va, dc, get paid

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly