This is a song about "Mrs judge"

Bring the battering ram where you live

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

No one can judge the things i do at all

These joints here not found at the mall

They still think im delusional, sick and mrs sheesh cant heal me

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Tell the judge who really did it

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Nothing but someone will always judge us,

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

So it's nothing to finish

Secret missives to the mrs

My mama smoked so god damn much

Just killed the beat so get a judge,