This is a song about "It s kay z"

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Blast tracks in class, em, nas, and jay z

Third ward general, young cash money

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Kay kay kay... not the ku klux klan, just a ruthless plan

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Let's kick it on my la-z-boy and throw a fucking crazy show

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!