This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

Here you are, justifying hatred, spiritually wrong,

Jordan belfort leopards don’t change their spots

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Once you successful they relentlessly givin you hatred

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

But now my rage and anger builds up with hatred

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights