This is a song about "K"

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

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

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

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

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

J k, im just a joker

Good love then i can do that for her

K family, billionaires

Sweet, okay makes sense