This is a song about "Jordans nose"

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I got flows, for rap shows, buddha smoke through my nose,

You stole from me from under my nose

So while you worry about the hoes

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

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

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

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

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

You know im the shit boy you better hold ya nose.