This is a song about "Parma court"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I hate being in court, looking at the attorney

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

I'm playing basketball on the devil's court,

And leave the court, shoot the judge, head for east detroit,

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Tryna find a way ball without touching the court

I been strivin for mine ever since i left brittania court/

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

I went to court last week for substance abuse

I'll king's court your girl, do that bitch three times

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive