This is a song about "Kate the husky"

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

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

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

I like to hang out with kate,

Play this shit while you contemplate

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

The sequel to the first

And for me it's reversed