This is a song about "Dorty k"

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

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

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Young k blowing up the world like the fuckin portland trailblazers.

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

And my only fear's a wedding ring