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

Double m-g not to mention we got that

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

I walk in and the begin to go "oh no not him"

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

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

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Right now im still in the dark, not for long i hope to catch that spark.

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

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

His mama told him not to go out in the rain eya-eya o

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus