This is a song about "Lakers"

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

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

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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