This is a song about "Katie ford"

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

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

My criteria ain't even that serious

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Guess what ike, im fucking katie