This is a song about "Justice"

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

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Hungry for justice i'm past this injustice

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

I get mad when people killed and no justice given

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

I want justice not necessarily meaning peace,