This is a song about "Lawful observer"

Well, from my viewpoint i felt helplessly confused

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Every indication says i need observation

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense

Grant me three wishes and i'll diss three bitches but first is you

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

So after that stunt, i don't know you seem pretty lawful

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.

But to me he is foolish that's just my observation

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win