This is a song about "Leave the courts"

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Leave in the am, on the road again

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

I ain't, mad, at cha

Leave the critics struck in awe

Leave you severed across the street

For the low that nine cheap

Gym volleying! right there on the courts rallying! right there on the field

Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,

Lights please, lights please

Fight the master and leave,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets