This is a song about "My jordans"

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

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

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

I told him get his 9 and run

Grab my knife and my gun

This is my original, my validation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Can’t you see just how long my run

My words are my rhythm

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced