This is a song about "Jordans sneak"

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

So this dude think he can sneak frighten me

It's no longer a new jack city

Sneak, keep my lip low, i tripped.. oh no!

This prada make me shallow

I am a sneak your soul like a satan.

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

My talent should take me places i've never been

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

To the point that at 2 a.m. i would sneak in the window just to