This is a song about "Big k"

I’m pulling you over

J k, im just a joker

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

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

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

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors

Then called her dickface, she call the connect

Cuz it's k-man, ryan and the bars we got left

K family, billionaires

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen