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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

I'm still in pain/it's not easy to explain/i spit lyrics to entertain,things ain't the same

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

I try not to obey them at anytime

You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

If thats not proof enough to cause a rude erupt in your uterus

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

High off life? my nigga not even

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

She better be lucky i'm not in the audio to make this diss

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages