This is a song about "Vinnie k"

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

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

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

K family, billionaires

And everybody's having sex

But five years from now i bet she see

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

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

I was born to do the damn thing