This is a song about "Tennis court"

Court side seats with the franchise

And when i start to rise

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I put these poems all in these songs

They've threats with time and court and chores

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Pass any court date without a trail,

I been strivin for mine ever since i left brittania court/

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Life sentence, court order, hearing the journeys thoughts

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record