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

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Your pitiful stop i'm the devil in nike airs

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

To compare me with him is like nike to jays

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days