This is a song about "Jordan 11"

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

I make money high like jordan

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

Auxiliary artist, independently,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

And everybody's having sex

See i'm the jordan of rap, you're like a retarded d. wade

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state