This is a song about "James bitch"

My pockets got paper on paper

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

You know who your messing with? it's lebron james

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

Lebron james, when im in the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

You mediocre bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

Murdering another bitch

Now you speaking my language

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

And she stripping, go to college