This is a song about "Kickin it with katie"

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

My criteria ain't even that serious

The sickest king who's kickin' green and stackin' all the frickin' streams,

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Me and my nigga kid, sometimes we talk each other kickin',

I'm kickin' derriere, no beats with wary snares,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares