This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I told him, "don't submit to bigotry, the hatred it sparks",

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Im hungrier than jordan with no rings

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Made it to the dream team like micheal jordan

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

Here you are, justifying hatred, spiritually wrong,

For the occasion, paper planes

Its slain, got hatred in my veins

Something wicked this way come

Ballin like i'm jordan,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred