This is a song about "Justice hairline"

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

I want justice not necessarily meaning peace,

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

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

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Your the criminal this is poetic justice, heart is saying fuck this

I get mad when people killed and no justice given

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

So you can call this poetic justice.

Together all the timethought it was true love

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Trying to be illimatic, shoutout to lucifer, do justice to that classic/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick