This is a song about "Krs"

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Why aint they listening to what krs is teaching,

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

On the road to riches, krs and bdp, and ready to die,

The krs in your name is a giveaway that you're a gimmick

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick