This is a song about "Justice"

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

I get mad when people killed and no justice given

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Ima do the world a justice by ridding it of you

Here i go again, searching for love

So you can call this poetic justice.

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

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

She can make a pimp fall in love

Ever heard of poetic justice?

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Bigots winning in our evil ridden justice system.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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