This is a song about "Klay thompson"

But i'm backed up into a corner like a rat/

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Shit with our whole family

Heads chocker got the chopper over me,

Put the gold in a heater make it melt like plastic

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

You talkin bout toting that gun

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

So like i said before don't act a fool

And it’s all good until they go and spray a tool,

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since