This is a song about "Social justice"

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

Bigots winning in our evil ridden justice system.

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Media turned justice into reality tv,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

So you can call this poetic justice.

The way she walks and causes a fuss

I get mad when people killed and no justice given

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Hungry for justice i'm past this injustice

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit