This is a song about "Lakers"

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

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

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

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years