This is a song about "James potter s grief"

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Like i haven't suffered enough for my grief/

Lebron james, when im in the paint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Spit heat through my teeth, smoking green for the grief,

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

And tell me why would we just think about

Someone better let rick james out

These dude don't know me from adam and eve

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

Nobody remembered me, they just held on to there grief,

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

While i'm instilled with the grief of explosions