This is a song about "The lakers"

The bigger the the fun

For those whey no fit dey fix son

The trigger or the chair

Let me hear that beat, air

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

If i sent my dad letters

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Than the birds on the wire

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

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

I bring the heat like the

A criminal grind nigga

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Speed up, patience, please cause

To the voice of the oblivion,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run