This is a song about "Jury hall"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Yell in my hall,"son i know that you're blazing"

Down the hall and don't duel me

Took my heart away from money

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Only hall of fame i be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

Lucifer's back with his mixtapes, dropping fire, y'all waiting folks,