This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

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

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

Made it to the dream team like micheal jordan

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Ballin like i'm jordan,

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Super magic, abracadabra kid

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

Here you are, justifying hatred, spiritually wrong,

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

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

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