This is a song about "My jordans"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

These my rhymes and my story

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Roll up niggas be like sex

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.