This is a song about "Alexander k"

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

So hold back ya tears

K family, billionaires

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

A fucken mc drinking a gay tea his name is a k e

Like police k-9 units filled with barking basset hounds,

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

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from