This is a song about "I flew accross my room in my new jordans"

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

See i was in my room, on my old xbox.

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

And i flew past the people who knew that my shoe was new

Monday in my room again

In the heartz of men

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

This nation's peace sent here to run you

I reach for my piece and bullets flew

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

In my jordans so i guess im space jammin out your back yard

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart