This is a song about "Death of kobe bryant"

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

And ima clear my name like kobe bryant

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

As long as there is the opposite of death

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Attention is a must

Ball like kobe bryant/

Third ward general, young cash money

Of his death, such similarity

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears