This is a song about "Katie fallon mullins"

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Make fun of your dealings with my millions on fallon/

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

My rhymes are brake lights on #late #nights, jimmy fallon,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

Could i make you my baby

Guess what ike, im fucking katie