This is a song about "Kobe bryamt"

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

I got somethin' to prove and i got nothin' to lose, so to all y'all fat critics stuck in a loop,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Presidential status got me ballin like kobe and shaq,

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

And then i bring some more heat, go lebron on the verse, fuck kobe.

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

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

And ima clear my name like kobe bryant

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

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

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

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

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Niggas shoot over bitches

Got her wet like kobe, swish