This is a song about "Lakers are good"

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

When i step up out the maserati car

So quit talk about how good you are

Snapple fact: you rather wack

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

But for every evil theres a good, so are we normal even if we do as the strange do?

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

And we're ballin' like when walter frazier fought the lakers,