This is a song about "Rodney"

Like pippen' beaming scotty his back up was rodney

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Like rodney king, latasha, and the victims of brutality,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything