This is a song about "Vinnie k"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

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

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

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

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

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

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

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Wish i could shed all these tears

K family, billionaires

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

K tryin' to explain, fake rappers are on the reign