This is a song about "Badman nike ids bmw audi"

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

But go ahead and take that nike sign and just do it!

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

See you spot lk on the back, snap back, nike jacket, you can't hack it, it all fit right/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

To compare me with him is like nike to jays

What a mess! but we clean in the club

And then your bmw gonna need to be tuned up,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Your pitiful stop i'm the devil in nike airs