This is a song about "Jordan s mom"

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

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Like im michael jordan major, you niggas harold miner

Im happier when high and drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Ballin like i'm jordan,

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I make money high like jordan

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Well go cry to your mom