This is a song about "People judging"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Judging from someone's race is now a normality

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

And this will be the song that we sing

But people still be judging

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

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

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

From the people who control to people

Judging by the way you spell you must be handicapped,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat