This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Once you successful they relentlessly givin you hatred

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Look at the time change from jordan to lebron james

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

I'm like michael jordan,

I'm a son of a gun

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

But you can call me hatred, or devastation

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Im hungrier than jordan with no rings

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Its slain, got hatred in my veins