This is a song about "Swaggy k"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

K family, billionaires

Sweet, okay makes sense

(a k e) seems like a woman to me

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november