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

They say that karats help your vision

You do not want to get in a collision

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

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

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably