This is a song about "My set"

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Essentially, he's set to be the latest in my wrecking spree

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Wait for an eternity for my mind to set me free

Every goal i have ever set my self i have accomplished

But i never break a sweat, it takes effort to conflict

Set my alarm early to make sure i wake up

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

I find it, write it, and spit it, reciting my rhyme set

My god has the traps set

These jordan 4′s: check