This is a song about "Jordan higgins"

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 make money high like jordan

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

This that reggie against the knicks shit, jordan 'gainst the jazz/

Something wicked this way come

Ballin like i'm jordan,

I'm a son of gun

I'm like michael jordan,

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

I'm the next michael jordan, you niggas harold minors

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Rip this is for you jordan davis

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous