This is a song about "Shot like kobe"

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Like a shot threw the mouth echo threw the house

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

But,i shot your ass down like i didn't even battle you

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Its like being shot in the face, with a shotgun, from close range.

You kids don't know me, cold clutch like kobe.

Yeah, and make sure everything you say