This is a song about "K up"

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown

Callin' all cars, there's another man down

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

J k, im just a joker

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Young k blowing up the world like the fuckin portland trailblazers.

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

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

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

I’m smoother than alopecia skin