This is a song about "All i k"

Or, if you prefer, d n k r o z

High heel wearer, hell of a body

A coward dies a thousand deaths

K family, billionaires

So a-k to your brain, and you ooz-ing

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

K tryin' to explain, fake rappers are on the reign

With anything you need, i'm young k to the fucking scene.

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

J k, im just a joker

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Like a whole police k-9 unit filled with basset hounds,