This is a song about "Nike and jordan s"

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

Who 's the say i won't rule one day and open the schools and say

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Your pitiful stop i'm the devil in nike airs

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't