This is a song about "Not cuul to juul in schuul"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Not much shit in this world to amuse

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.

If you're not going to cooperate, just get in the trunk

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

In my town whites not even allowed to rap