This is a song about "Justice league"

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Ever heard of poetic justice?

Which i planted to grow and freely provide justice through poetry,

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

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

And if ya like the beat, too bad its out ya league.

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

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

I want justice not necessarily meaning peace,

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,