This is a song about "Judge"

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

She likes the way it hits her lips

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Ya blew trial and tha judge gave you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Then be the first to judge

My mama smoked so god damn much

And i ain't never left

Dont judge me till your perfect

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

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much