This is a song about "The lakers"

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Your the boat without the paddle

She caught up in my love triangle

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior

Than the birds on the wire