This is a song about "Red jordans"

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Ain't finna peak yet

Ill say pussy red instead

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

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

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Skies are black, clouds are red

Probably die getting some head

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession