This is a song about "La lakers"

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Fuck a three peat / only lakers and bulls were the ones to complete

My all gold rolly or the

Livin la vita da loca

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

That’s my la-la lullaby.

Got acres of papers, like i played for the la lakers.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me