This is a song about "Crack head james"

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Lebron james, when im in the paint

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

She was wet off the bat

Skyrocket like weed on crack

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Look at the time change from jordan to lebron james

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Crack head girls who cant look after there own kids is anything sadder