This is a song about "Hatred to jordan"

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

Here you are, justifying hatred, spiritually wrong,

It's useless see, nobody listens to the hatred you spew

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Heart filled with hatred and fear, stole a car to get my mind clear,

But you can call me hatred, or devastation

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

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

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