This is a song about "Katy perry"

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

She drove me like a race won, i #run #over, with some red wine

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

You lied down sore and booed i am up pale and blue i ain't got no wings but still i forever flue

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

And it don’t stop

My album gonna drop

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

Must be something you want me to see

Salt and pepper, and never even changed an old sweater.

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I'm suppose to be scared cuz you're profile pic's as pale as a ghost?

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Pissing on girls like r-kelly, feeding them my jelly