This is a song about "Vitamin k"

Fuck fame, fuck money

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

Wake up and sniff a line of kat i've had my special k,

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

''how did he?'' easy like a. b. c. d's fruity vitamin c's.

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

I get my paper, y'all just hate

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

K family, billionaires