This is a song about "Sondre k"

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Cuz it's k-man, ryan and the bars we got left

Carol city or was it the west

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

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

And this will be the song that we sing

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

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

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

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

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

When i say i'm a fucking young k, that's a person you've never

Third ward general, young cash money

(a k e) seems like a woman to me