This is a song about "Peters jordans"

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Try to jack and i will attack

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

And my bank account look just like a phone card

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

In my jordans so i guess im space jammin out your back yard

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

But still i'll probably be judged for not ownin' some jordans,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips