This is a song about "Katie"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Guess what ike, im fucking katie

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

My criteria ain't even that serious