This is a song about "Fake jordans"

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

In my jordans so i guess im space jammin out your back yard

Now a nigga got baking to bake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Hit and miss these fake crips

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

You got 3 votes by fake

What you call hate

What is it gonna take

Ur love was always fake

Your fake, man you mistake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark