This is a song about "Robin s jeans jordans"

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Get more nasty ass than robin thicke when miley was twerkin it

The only time i flirt with her

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Before i'm nineteen, i'll be put on just like these tight jeans

Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town

Become the king robin killin you for a crown

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline