This is a song about "Kate the husky"

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

May not change the world

The sequel to the first

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

The more battles the better the flows

Now we must stand tall

From the bench to the ball

Love turns into pain

The realist in the game

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

I'm a dog in the bedroom, call me husky cause i'm castin'

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Cold, my style making my nose run

Eyes poked out the the raven