This is a song about "Klay thompson"

We just slapped the ugly rat.

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

The third one is mixed, white and black

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Translation cause my life is too sweet

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Good kids make bad grown ups

Back up on my fly shit

You're the boss of bullshit