This is a song about "Tiptoein in my jordans"

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

On they car note to go to the club

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

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,

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

Yow am ridin around in my

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,