This is a song about "Not jordans"

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Are they listening paying attention or not

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Quit bringing up my race, you're not?

And i don't make no bed rock

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Figuratively, not literally

And now that i’m getting money