This is a song about "Air jordan s"

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

I'm like michael jordan,

I told him get his 9 and run

And now i walk around without a care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Im like jordan in his prime i go soarin with these lines

Three town homes in delaware

Og like the prince of bel air,

Ballin like i'm jordan,

Come get some, you little bum

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

See i'm the jordan of rap, you're like a retarded d. wade

Made it to the dream team like micheal jordan

Think i’m bout to blow, they call me george from boston