This is a song about "Fuc k"

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

I can taste the salt from my tears

K family, billionaires

When i say i'm a fucking young k, that's a person you've never

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown

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

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt