This is a song about "Kobe byrant"

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

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

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

If you feel it, it must be real just

Once saw 48 net 81 points for kobe bryant

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,

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

And ima clear my name like kobe bryant

Presidential status got me ballin like kobe and shaq,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Arrogant when i finish

Got her wet like kobe, swish