This is a song about "Kilo keemz"

Mainstream, rapping by the kilo

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Flippin like a kilo/ im dippin like ur ken folk/ ur a hill billy rapper/ im killin this rhyme

With that gorgeous face, i don't know your name, it ain't important babe cuz i'mma call you mine

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Live your life before the feds get you for a kilo

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

So raised like i'm doing yoga, kilo of something is what i take.

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Stepsister that blister to kilo kesh and willow

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low