This is a song about "Judge me"

They vaguely decipher my language

Just killed the beat so get a judge,

Shit she could have one too, i don't judge

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Emcees love to fuckin' judge me until they're laid to rest,

Judge me for my color and my race, that crap puts an utter in my face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Don't judge me if you don't know me

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

You don't know about hamlet? well i'm not here to judge,