This is a song about "Kobe"

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Got her wet like kobe, swish

All up under the covers day

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

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

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Presidential status got me ballin like kobe and shaq,

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

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

Ball like kobe bryant/

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt