This is a song about "Silver chain and jordans"

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

(silver spoon anyone?)

Something wicked this way come

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

And served it to the public on a silver platter

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that