This is a song about "Ipad cases"

We're sick of law enforcement and all the cases they beat,

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

On re up, need strips in cases

She can make a pimp fall in love

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Sherlock holmes with dem undercover cases

A hustler and cam famous, you damn anus

For the booked cases duels curb maced fools

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues