This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

It's all good, finna dog that

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

Think i’m bout to blow, they call me george from boston

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

Rip this is for you jordan davis

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

But now my rage and anger builds up with hatred

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

That say he better than jordan, hey dennis you must be kidding

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

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

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

I mean the shit is, huey newton going stupid

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did