This is a song about "Jordan s on feet"

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

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

Too tall for comfort, the iron giant is on his feet.

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

And everybody's having sex

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

If police sight at me i got hermes on my feet

I feel the sand on my feet

The drug that they brain need

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong