This is a song about "The lakers"

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

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

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Than the birds on the wire

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

To the voice of the oblivion,

Miami nights, ain't another one

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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