This is a song about "Kim"

Pull a kim, grab the knife, and really fuck you

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

So i think that you and kim should just head on down south

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Gonna nuke these bitches like i'm kim-jong un

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

I don't wanna hear about what kim kardashian did, and,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Perhaps i'm a writer like him, but ben with no kim or kin

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

But like theese rappers( tell kim jung you to stop startting shit)