This is a song about "Jumping like jordan"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Ok look, got you shook, you jumping up like its a hurdles race/

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Something i craved, mocha has got me jumping, like the birth rate.

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Im like jordan in his prime i go soarin with these lines

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

I make money high like jordan

Then fade you out like i'm ballin' with mike jordan

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come