This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

I'm like michael jordan,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

But now my rage and anger builds up with hatred

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

I make money high like jordan

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Once you successful they relentlessly givin you hatred

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Look at the time change from jordan to lebron james

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