This is a song about "Peters jordans"

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 on my feet close to where them flames spark

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

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

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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