This is a song about "Jury hall"

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

In a hall i, hear groans and whispers muttering things more obscure,

Modeling to the jury they take what i embellish

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Gimme the mic, rap adjournment, let's ask the jury,

Took my heart away from money

Down the hall and don't duel me

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Ima join the hall of fame like a white scottie pippins

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see