This is a song about "Kim kent"

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

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

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

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

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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