This is a song about "Jordan retro"

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Roaming the streets wearing retro

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I make money high like jordan

Me and my microphone could be one

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

Like im michael jordan major, you niggas harold miner

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Made it to the dream team like micheal jordan

Cold, my style making my nose run

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Rip this is for you jordan davis

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was