This is a song about "Fuc k"

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

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

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

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

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

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

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

And this will be the song that we sing

J k, im just a joker

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

K tryin' to explain, fake rappers are on the reign