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

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Ever heard of poetic justice?

Defer to pistols hidden in convertibles

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

I want justice not necessarily meaning peace,

And i be talking about me, i do this

Hungry for justice i'm past this injustice

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

Malia family, we the family

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Play by the nook and you'd set my eyes thickening

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that