This is a song about "Set justice by hidden blade"

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Im a switch blade with a blade to switch

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Feeling every set of emotions within my heart, girls walk by lookin like art,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

I want justice not necessarily meaning peace,

Hungry for justice i'm past this injustice

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

And get on down with this thc vision

You cause you remain hidden

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

So you can call this poetic justice.