This is a song about "Retro jordans"

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I'mma do this fast or slow

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Can even afford retro fours