This is a song about "Fake jordans"

Cause bitch, i'm big business

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

They say them colors must be fake

Your fake, man you mistake

I feel good, i look great

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

But little to no interest after election

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

A fake personality i dressed

Hold on be strong reality is fake

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made