This is a song about "Kobe brya"

Presidential status got me ballin like kobe and shaq,

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

I'm a torn achilles, and you just another kobe bryant,

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

So here's a toast to the east coast run / kobe gonna take the trophy easy son

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

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

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

Tell me how can we live this way

Ballin like i'm kobe,

And ima clear my name like kobe bryant

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent