This is a song about "Kobe conomon"

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

Presidential status got me ballin like kobe and shaq,

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

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

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

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Ball like kobe bryant/

So dunn stay silent

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up