This is a song about "I got nikes"

Two reflections into one

U got 1000 enemies i got none

Let's enjoy our younger years

Excuse me i got better manners,

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

I got got my pad and pen

Believe me i'mma be your god

But sadly they're all i got

What i spend my cash on, my nikes and big tees

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Just searching for the perfect shot

Immortality like i have got

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

I got that powder, i got that white

I got fake people, chomping down.

Cause everytime yall come around