This is a song about "F k"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

Sweet, okay makes sense

K family, billionaires

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

I just might throw a big amount

When she f***in' turns around

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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