This is a song about "One to one against michael jordan"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I'm the next michael jordan, you niggas harold minors

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

My talent should take me places i've never been

One brain, one train of thought to leave you laying there damaged

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Odds stacked against me like ten to one,i've never been the one

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

You're the weakest one, you're the one to fight through,

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Like im michael jordan major, you niggas harold miner

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

I wrote this one in one take, i have with one last thing to say

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

We are ninety-nine against the one percent