This is a song about "Klay thompson"

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

I've got the boss flow, spit progression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

But you act like mr. i'm a fucking boss

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

Organized crime, i kill your boss

I fathered the game, feel like i'm watching my sons floss

But i'm just big enough for you to call me a boss

I'm am the guy that's a big ol' boss

Intendent attend them, cool cause

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Casual with the chaos, i battle with fate's boss