This is a song about "Nike s"

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Put the purp in the blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Pass it down and still remain king,im amazing and they not even grazing us

So soon. minding your own business walking down the street just doing you like nike says.

The jiggas and the tips

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get