This is a song about "K griz"

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

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

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

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

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

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

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

Bun b, i’m underground king

Cuz it's k-man, ryan and the bars we got left

I practiced till that shit made perfect