This is a song about "My jordan s"

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

Got tired of running from the police

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Ballin like i'm jordan,

Yeah bitch this date's done

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Im happier when high and drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,