This is a song about "K fire"

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

Y'all get shot at, homie...i do the shooting

K family, billionaires

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Im liable to spit cold fire

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

That damier bag i bought her

Took the van, went snatch her

Fire, i deliver