This is a song about "Guns basketball killing people hoes curry kyrie king new jersey clcick clack flow"

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

They're tryin to say that i don't care

King of new york, yo i'm already there

There's much more to life than just poverty

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Know who y'all messing with kid? i'm the king of flow

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

I want to fight the music on this one