This is a song about "Criminal justice"

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

Trying to be illimatic, shoutout to lucifer, do justice to that classic/

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

I'm the #double #syllable #troubled #criminal

I want justice not necessarily meaning peace,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Stimulate your brain like a bullet from a criminal,

Ima do the world a justice by ridding it of you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

They run away from justice but i'll squish like they were maggots

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Media turned justice into reality tv,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree