This is a song about "Peters jordans"

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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