This is a song about "My nike s"

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

Baby i’mma mess, mess

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less