This is a song about "Juicy k"

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

So hold back ya tears

K family, billionaires

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

K family, billionaires

I'm on deck i'm up next

By the way, their bodies are so juicy and moist!

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

But he don't rule a thing