This is a song about "K element"

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

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

Straight g thing, double m g thing

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

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

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

Wake up and sniff a line of kat i've had my special k,

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll