This is a song about "Jordan vaughn"

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Super magic, abracadabra kid

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

I pop one, you pop one

I make money high like jordan

Im hungrier than jordan with no rings

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Catch you up on places i've been

I'm like michael jordan,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Ballin like i'm jordan,

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain