This is a song about "Justice"

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

So you can call this poetic justice.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

I know not who i'm searching for, or what justice i will find

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Hungry for justice i'm past this injustice

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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