This is a song about "Jordan s on feet"

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

S on my chest like a superman vest

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Got the new retros on my feet

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

I got you on your knees begging at my feet

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Flying 'cause he's got weightless shoes on his feet

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose