This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

Don juanin' when i'm in a foreign

I make money high like jordan

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Im hungrier than jordan with no rings

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

Here you are, justifying hatred, spiritually wrong,

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Then fade you out like i'm ballin' with mike jordan