This is a song about "Kevy k killah"

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

With anything you need, i'm young k to the fucking scene.

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

They be pushing more drug pounds than k-fed's weight,

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

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

Like a whole police k-9 unit filled with basset hounds,

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

A fucken mc drinking a gay tea his name is a k e