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

I called up my crew to the pad we flew

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Then we kicked in my room

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

I've been locked in my room getting faded

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

I reach for my piece and bullets flew

When i get to warwick avenue