This is a song about "K state"

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Waiting to see progression in each state man

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

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

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough