This is a song about "Jordans"

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

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

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

But little to no interest after election

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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