This is a song about "Justice of palestine"

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Sky high, iced out paradise

Of the book of your life

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

I get mad when people killed and no justice given

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Out of this coviction of feelings

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

They run away from justice but i'll squish like they were maggots

Hungry for justice i'm past this injustice

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets