This is a song about "James galante"

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

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

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

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

Show you my gold middle finger; james bond visiting

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I'm on twitter making tweets about the replays, of king james

I pipe in and one night her

Creative as james spader