This is a song about "Justice"

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

So you can call this poetic justice.

Bigots winning in our evil ridden justice system.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I get mad when people killed and no justice given

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

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

Hungry for justice i'm past this injustice

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

I want justice not necessarily meaning peace,

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave