This is a song about "Social justice warriors"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Which i planted to grow and freely provide justice through poetry,

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

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

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

So you can call this poetic justice.

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Ima do the world a justice by ridding it of you

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

They run away from justice but i'll squish like they were maggots

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot