This is a song about "Pussy money weed jordans"

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Walked up in the shop, everybody lookin' shocked

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

On they twitter writing novels, see

She say you got a pussy!

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Lookin' at me, now they know my face