This is a song about "Jordans and females"

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

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

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I ain't trying to be ignorant

And remember what i said and

As my name get bigger this game get different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Hold up yea we the best

Make these females hella bent.

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

All i see is males, no females, just a bunch of bitches with wagging tails.

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,