This is a song about "The lakers"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

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

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

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

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

I'm the operator, the administrator.

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,