This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Top ranked, number one my son

I make money high like jordan

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Once you successful they relentlessly givin you hatred

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

"25 to life" and this hatred of mine

Look at the time change from jordan to lebron james

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

Heart filled with hatred and fear, stole a car to get my mind clear,

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

And that's jay line i had to quote that