This is a song about "Jordans"

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

But still i'll probably be judged for not ownin' some jordans,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Want the title but im always fighting under card

In my jordans so i guess im space jammin out your back yard

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession