This is a song about "Fuck your court"

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

And he, what's his name, earl

Fuck up your shit and bang your girl

Fuck you and your nectar

Huh, i can't interpret her

In court declaring my case

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

We don't ever make love

Fuck your cronies it's his highness,

Time to get dressed up cry at court

For this, i thank the lord

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

They've threats with time and court and chores