This is a song about "Di k"

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

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

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

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

N one's buddy he is a killer and grim he won't blink n would fuck u di-rect