This is a song about "Tiptoein in my jordans"

In my cabriolet

Rub my back, then let me lay

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Im my own person in my own lane,

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

I have memories of melodies in my life. (in my life)

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Money in my pocket, success is in my eyes,

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth