This is a song about "Leave the courts"

You're finishin' it before we leave the restaurant,

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

No reason to be around

Leave you bodied so you part the ground,

And i leave them in the kitchen

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Leave the critics struck in awe

Our nation have to bow, africa

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Outsidaz baby, and we suin' the courts

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

So why the hell would you leave me

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Enough/ the courts are to blame / made me this insane/ death of my

Fight the master and leave,

Niggas who ain't seen beef