This is a song about "My jordan s"

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Rip this is for you jordan davis

Thought this was forever love

Ballin like i'm jordan,

Had to wear the 13's with them

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

If you ever feel alone and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet