This is a song about "Fuc k"

Or, if you prefer, d n k r o z

Look it something they can't ever see

K family, billionaires

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

But he don't rule a thing

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

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Cuz it's k-man, ryan and the bars we got left

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

(a k e) seems like a woman to me