This is a song about "Kobe bryant"

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

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

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

When we fuck she say

Ballin like i'm kobe,

Another round what the song say

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

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

And ima clear my name like kobe bryant

Ball like kobe bryant/

Put the purp in the blunt

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

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

Kobe bryant married that young chick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick