This is a song about "Kobe lame"

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

How i think about you every day

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

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

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Sign on my dick that say

Ballin like i'm kobe,

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Rap nah man that shit is lame

Floor seats at that wizards game

Kobe bryant married that young chick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic