This is a song about "Klay thompson"

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

She took off my tommy boxers, now i'm going commando

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

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

Look at the time change from jordan to lebron james

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

I really wish i had my gun

I wonder why we take from our women