This is a song about "Patty k"

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

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

So a-k to your brain, and you ooz-ing

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Young k blowing up the world like the fuckin portland trailblazers.

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,

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

But he don't rule a thing

So a-k to your brain, and you ooz-ing