This is a song about "Justice"

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

I want justice not necessarily meaning peace,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Will be brought to justice claps and laughs all because of this rap,

I know not who i'm searching for, or what justice i will find

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

So you can call this poetic justice.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Ever heard of poetic justice?

Hungry for justice i'm past this injustice

Professing they found one ready as this

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

[j] jeez, jesus is jabbin' my junk in justice juries.