This is a song about "Tort reform"

So i spend my time amending the bars i've carved to be splendid

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Free from your alter ego

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Would it alter the course of my history?

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

All your education goes straight out the door

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

And i mean it so need to modify on that

Gotta re-route over this hump,

She can only live for the moment

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Education is the center of better things

And god blessed me with a lot of patience