This is a song about "Micale jordans"

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession