This is a song about "Jordans dick is gone"

But now that he is gone we finally get to mingle

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

The pain is gone then i read it and its back again.

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I've lost control all my sanity is gone

Bought a brand new car for my after party

My father is gone wah wha dont fear sorry for me

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

How you gonna talk shit about me sucking dick when you're nickname is dick rider?!

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

That flooded streets with crack is comin 'back, it was never gone,

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song