This is a song about "Cool k"

Damn, why can i be that cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Wake up and sniff a line of kat i've had my special k,

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

K family, billionaires

Wish i could shed all these tears

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

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

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Being able to collab is so cool

But she forgot about the golden rule

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch