This is a song about "Katie bedell"

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

I think i owe you an apology katie, 'cause no one's as cold as me,

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

Guess what ike, im fucking katie

They say nothings ever free