This is a song about "Sinnet court"

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

I break the law and have the court write me

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Huh, a metaphor of course

They've threats with time and court and chores

In court declaring my case

It'll last for all these crazy days

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

Centered locked in court, sand isn't it in your anger

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

I hate being in court, looking at the attorney

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed