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

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

About bullshit and the truth not sure which one to believe in

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

They said in my head im not to stable,

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

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

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk