This is a song about "Kate the husky"

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

The bigger the the fun

See, i'm second to no one

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Well rick james, maury jane

The realist in the game

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team