This is a song about "Swaggy k"

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

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

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

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

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

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them