This is a song about "Nikes jordans bullying tv phone snapchat chess"

So i guess you think you grown

Put my number in your phone

Mami told me son, hold your own

Cable tv, electric methadone

And i like my marijuana bright

Spot tv ona late night

My life ain't a tv show.

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

I just play my part make moves like chess

Spending her time with him i guess