This is a song about "Krusty k"

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

Or, if you prefer, d n k r o z

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

The krusty krabs and the people called haitians

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns