This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

And last but not least please don't tell no one

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

But you can call me hatred, or devastation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

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

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

Jordan belfort leopards don’t change their spots

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Here you are, justifying hatred, spiritually wrong,