This is a song about "I m smokin cause i want to dont judge me only god can judge me"

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

Listen to me, i'm trying. don't judge me for who i am.

To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Only god can judge me doesnt that sound familiar,

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

// [i know you want me girl cause i can see you're checking me out]

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But i cant judge her cuz i began smokin weed at a young age

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Hey you dont want to, screw me! its okay i understand youdo you and i do me

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Only god can judge me in this false world to whom i serve