This is a song about "Jury"

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Modeling to the jury they take what i embellish

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I'll hurt you tell the jury and file another lawsuit that my mind is bout to fall through

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true