This is a song about "Cool k"

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

That's the sound of my tool

I know you think you cool

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

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

Y'all get shot at, homie...i do the shooting

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

In police k-9 units, barking mad, 'till they see i'm ill,

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

That high school sounded cool

I call that shit that middle school