This is a song about "My jordans"

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

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

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

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

My own unknown is my enemy,

It's a battlejust for tha big money

But still i'll probably be judged for not ownin' some jordans,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Hopin' that my niggas see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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