This is a song about "You have fake jordan s"

Early adapters agree they all late

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

And i could see you coming home after work late

The outline which you n****s out dated

Now you got me hopped up on that

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

I don't care what it did to them

Ballin like i'm jordan,