This is a song about "New jordans"

Time to go find someone new

I live in a zoo

My ride old but my rims new,

Would have came back for you

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

A new world order, with a new constitution

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

Want the title but im always fighting under card

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

We never tattle, let god handle that

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

I can't ever change without you

What preceded was the clue

Don't think this oppression's new,