This is a song about "Jordans and liquar"

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

And remember what i said and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

But he don't rule a thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

And a fridge and some broccoli

Cause some of you bitches funny

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Swear i will murk any beat

And kill yourself and your clique