This is a song about "James keen"

And please never disrespect my set

Whos keen to step an get wrecked hitting the deck

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

My flow is like a british man, it's motherfuckin' peachy keen,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

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

Show ‘em how much they really mean

There's 2 streets creepy but too keen

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Lebron james, when im in the paint

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

A keen fiend with obscene dreams