This is a song about "Katie and ammar"

And get caught, in the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

And like to boast and brag

This is why her nigga mad

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And their mothers and fathers

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I see a young teen

And stop playing hide and seek,

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep