NBA Players Whose Jerseys Were Burned by Fans

I'm an east side boy, if this boy don't play, I leave mad joys, drop it, nothing to say. And I'm a mad rich kid, but nothing to pay. Sharp tongue, cut you up like a fish fillet. I'm just a bird on a wire, singing songs into a fire. You can hear my screeching tire, till the moment I retire. But I'm still so young, so I gotta go far. This is, I should stop, have a 16 bar.