This is a song about "Jordan horst"

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

I'm like michael jordan,

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

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

Im hungrier than jordan with no rings

I think it's more racist than ratings

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

That say he better than jordan, hey dennis you must be kidding

I'm a son of a gun

Ballin like i'm jordan,