This is a song about "People judging"

Judging my mentality. look up in the sky is it a bird is it a plane?

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Niggas dying like its nothing

But people still be judging

Dont we have enough death , people

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Judging by the way you spell you must be handicapped,

From the people who control to people

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

Inhabit the minds of people

Inhale my color purple

Judging solely on appearance/

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit