This is a song about "Ima rap k"

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

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

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

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

Chorus; here i come ima rap god this aint that hard face it

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

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

And getting money is the song i sing

Roll up niggas be like sex

K family, billionaires