This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

I'm like michael jordan,

Something wicked this way come

I make money high like jordan

I'm a son of a gun

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that