This is a song about "Kim kent"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

And now i called you out so you might as well quit,and we now your all fake not a word is legit

Not even aquaman,i will clark kent on a daily and not plan it im on top and they cannot stand it

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

I gotta tell you that my love is true

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

My half self was part red just like the dress of clark kent

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

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

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

Is cleanin toilets for lil kim!/

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Like kim did maybe where my keys is i never lay where fleas is