This is a song about "Justice"

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Media turned justice into reality tv,

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Will be brought to justice claps and laughs all because of this rap,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Ima do the world a justice by ridding it of you