This is a song about "Nigga and jordans"

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

And bitches wonder why i rap like a cruel nigga

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I just stand still and let the ground pass nigga

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Black ass nigga my shit and stool

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Pussy niggas sod's nigga and nothings changed

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

And you my nigga tho, no hard feelings