This is a song about "Little k"

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

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

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

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

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

In police k-9 units, barking mad, 'till they see i'm ill,

Like police k-9 units filled with barking basset hounds,

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house