This is a song about "K2"

Its the h.o.r.s double e

But make sure if they do see

I spit raps hotter than a dragon ball z fireball

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

From ur head n' ur mind,

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

I'm playing for the green, shorty i'm mateen cleaves

Don't worry bout a thang baby

I smoked a jay z and its so tasty

She smiled n' laughed but inside she sighed n' grasped,

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Blunt draggin fanatic the deaths are systematic

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

Real g shit i don't use no cape

In the ghetto n' threw shade.