This is a song about "Judge"

You see now that nigga lonely

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

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

And people judge the peace and love whenever i'm recordin',

Cant judge her cause we are all sinners,

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

But i beatup the case, paid my dues to the judge,

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Lying to yourself, all over an image

You know my name not my talent so don't judge

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Fuck the judge tho i was fucken stoned

Dont judge me till your perfect

Life has put her to the test

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Just killed the beat so get a judge,