This is a song about "Jimmy k"

They vaguely decipher my language

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown

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

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Everyday thinking faster than dudes at jimmy

Make account getting vows spitting movable bowels

Like a whole police k-9 unit filled with basset hounds,

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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

And everybody's having sex

K family, billionaires