This is a song about "Nigga and jordans"

And bitches wonder why i rap like a cruel nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,

In the rule book, it states equality inbetween race, but not even in the

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

And nigga if you aint got versace then nigga you can not top me

Pussy niggas sod's nigga and nothings changed

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Your classroom testing! right there in the cafeteria eating! right there in the

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Me and my peeps often meet