This is a song about "Who are you to judge me"

All those who wanna diss me are traitors to the regime

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Who do you think you are

That gyal want mi ride har

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Exposing all the fags who are too scared to diss me back

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

You don't know about hamlet? well i'm not here to judge,

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

You are all just wannabe's who see me as a prodigy/

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Don't judge me if you don't know me

Than the muse of a family