This is a song about "Court"

Once i get in the court.

Fresh out the airport

People don't condone what they've never seen

I am walking around the court sippin lean

And leave the court, shoot the judge, head for east detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Life sentence, court order, hearing the journeys thoughts

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

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

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Every sport making baskets at the court

Drain a trey walk off the court, mark cuban better pay me

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party