This is a song about "Going to court"

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Welcome to florida,catch a case go to court and im ordered out

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Time to get dressed up cry at court

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

Going to the southern land

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

They try to sue us up in court, lawyers, open cases,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

And there's little to be glad for

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

While your driving me to the court so you can accept defeat,

When that thing gon fly

I ain't going to lie,