This is a song about "Jordans game weak"

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

My skills they are all weak

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I can always go home and look down my street

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

Leave's me weak and im blind

From the womb, my newborn child

They cunts think that we are weak

Redan road, that’s my street

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak