This is a song about "Sam jordan"

Look at the time change from jordan to lebron james

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

I'm the next michael jordan, you niggas harold minors

I make money high like jordan

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Then fade you out like i'm ballin' with mike jordan

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Look at the time change from jordan to lebron james

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Walk that body, talk that body