This is a song about "James galante"

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Look at the time change from jordan to lebron james

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

See your meek, weak and your future is bleak cuz im lebron james and i am bringing the heat.

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

Got ray bans on call me james bond

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Someone better let rick james out

I must go like fly route