This is a song about "White k"

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Like police k-9 units filled with barking basset hounds,

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

A metaphor, for the insecure

Young k blowing up the world like the fuckin portland trailblazers.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,