This is a song about "Dunking on kobe"

I can taste the salt from my tears

Relying on myself

Ball like kobe bryant/

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Another round what the song say

Ballin like i'm kobe,

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

Your on fire.. your on fire

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

So whos yo neighbor? well i know it ain't kobe/

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea