This is a song about "Katy perry"

Causing me to steer, off the path, someone get me a beer,

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Than the muse of a family

Living young and wild and free

That thing juicy, no fruit

I must go like fly route

White sand beaches everywhere

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water