This is a song about "Fuc k"

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Almost forgot to introduce myself, i'm emt a-k-a gamma ray

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

With anything you need, i'm young k to the fucking scene.

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Like police k-9 units filled with barking basset hounds,

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

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

(a k e) seems like a woman to me

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

They be pushing more drug pounds than k-fed's weight,

Carol city or was it the west

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