This is a song about "Child court"

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Lyrics never tired they wont ever expire child

They've threats with time and court and chores

Huh, a metaphor of course

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I am walking around the court sippin lean

I hate being in court, looking at the attorney

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Pass any court date without a trail,

I guess now you know what i went through as a child

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

But i'm not in the first place

In court declaring my case