This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Im hungrier than jordan with no rings

Something wicked this way come

Ballin like i'm jordan,

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Here you are, justifying hatred, spiritually wrong,

But that’s just life, where i’m from

I'm like michael jordan,

Once you successful they relentlessly givin you hatred

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit