This is a song about "James gutta"

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

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

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

Him to end up in the gutta like a nigga. he wanna be a wrestler,i told him to

Creative as james spader

My pockets got paper on paper

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Got ray bans on call me james bond

Someone better let rick james out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison

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

That's his life,try to make every choice like lebron james "decision".

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,