This is a song about "F k"

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

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

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

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

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Cause there'll never be peace

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

? all white but the phantom is all black

Uppity bitches, handling business

So why the f should i be in his