This is a song about "K den"

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

And if nobody changed then den what we say pointless

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

But den i realised i aint gonna be paid...

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Bumpin my shit from essex to the dirty, den

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

In police k-9 units, barking mad, 'till they see i'm ill,

Of the sex organs, you better checks smalls den cause unless

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat