This is a song about "My jordans"

Then we cut, look how she say my name

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

My own unknown is my enemy,

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

These my rhymes and my story

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession