This is a song about "Justice league"

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Not a high league but look at her thighs though

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Big l, tupac, & b.i.g did this beat justice but not alone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

A league of monsters like i done released the horror

Your style common as a little league sponsor from a 'tarded kid's father

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit