This is a song about "Kobe"

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

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

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

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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

I got somethin' to prove and i got nothin' to lose, so to all y'all fat critics stuck in a loop,

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

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

And ima clear my name like kobe bryant