This is a song about "Diss jordan duvall"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I'm the next michael jordan, you niggas harold minors

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Spit a poem or a diss

Trick trick got them passes

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

That say he better than jordan, hey dennis you must be kidding

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Look at the time change from jordan to lebron james

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice