This is a song about "Peters jordans"

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

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

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

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

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

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

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

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark