This is a song about "Kobe"

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Call kobe in c-mode bitch i got hang time, aint no time

You kids don't know me, cold clutch like kobe.

So close i could give flip a play

This monster that lingers in me so abs#truse to conjure up these sentences of dis#pute

In my own group, i ball so hard the they dont think but know im kobe, im drainin every hoop,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Hopin' that my niggas see

Got her wet like kobe, swish

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

So whos yo neighbor? well i know it ain't kobe/

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up