This is a song about "K mart fishing gear"

J k, im just a joker

And i ain't frontin for her

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

February cold as my heart

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches

I shed so many tears

K family, billionaires

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Wiz khalifa's gear none of that shitty home grown

If you still wanna go, i'll put in gear,

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Waiting on a fishing line for this dream,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear