This is a song about "My nike s"

S on my chest like a superman vest

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

They say that i never cease to amaze

To compare me with him is like nike to jays

Hand to hand in the cold

S queezys very bold

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will