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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

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

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

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

And now.... i gotta wallow through the crap to find my heart somehow.

Not to mention, get your 3d glasses on, put it in the third dimension now

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for