This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Here you are, justifying hatred, spiritually wrong,

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Its slain, got hatred in my veins

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

But now my rage and anger builds up with hatred

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Just to attain the freedom status to everyone with hatred

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

But you can call me hatred, or devastation