This is a song about "Father judge"

It's truly liver, who knew we'd prosper

But look at my mother and father

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Dont judge me till your perfect

Then be the first to judge

So y'all can cope n' touch

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Do you know yo father,

Fuck the judge tho i was fucken stoned

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

You know my name not my talent so don't judge

Dont try to judge me dude

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued