This is a song about "Retro jordans"

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Can even afford retro fours

Huh, a metaphor of course

I just call it …remember all the dough

Roaming the streets wearing retro

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

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