This is a song about "Justice and marcus"

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Media turned justice into reality tv,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I want justice not necessarily meaning peace,

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

So you can call this poetic justice.

That scary love, never get married love

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,