This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

But you can call me hatred, or devastation

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Here you are, justifying hatred, spiritually wrong,

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Im hungrier than jordan with no rings

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

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

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them