This is a song about "Niggas and jordans"

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

And yall niggas right the flow

But seemingly believe it though

Niggas gon' celebrate, and wait for the day

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

And a niggas want me back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

This how i hear it different

Block niggas subtract figures and,

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight