This is a song about "No judging"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Everybody judging me off a style that i ain't even pick.

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Judging by the look in your eyes , you dont want to be seen scared,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

But people still be judging

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Cos we can't know to lark so we can't be judging

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

Judging fine hard. flying right up bootlicking sprintin' like a fuckin' creamy bar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

But really, who are you to be judging me?