This is a song about "Di k"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

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

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play