This is a song about "Death of kobe bryant"

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

Ballin like i'm kobe,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

As long as there is the opposite of death

I just play my part make moves like chess