This is a song about "K 12"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

K tryin' to explain, fake rappers are on the reign

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

They be pushing more drug pounds than k-fed's weight,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

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

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother