This is a song about "Lawyer ta"

Not talking bout hova keep balance like you supposed ta

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Omo niaja get em' higher

I use mater ta fuckin shank her

Shit comin now, and shit, i'm goin ta hell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

You will see, what you do ta me, you aint new ta me,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

U can try raising the bar but im passin the bar like a lawyer because,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Formulating up plots ta escape from salems lock 'cause its scorching hot,

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I only want the ps, beefs i try ta prevent