This is a song about "Nike sb"

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

To compare me with him is like nike to jays

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

But go ahead and take that nike sign and just do it!

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

See you spot lk on the back, snap back, nike jacket, you can't hack it, it all fit right/

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Your pitiful stop i'm the devil in nike airs

New released nike shoes, pay your dues, get the clues,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised