This is a song about "Nike and jordan s"

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

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

And you wanted porthouse we brought semis and 9s/

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Listened to hip hop and thoght i am not alone that´s all crazy

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see