This is a song about "Kim"

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

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

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

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

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

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