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

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

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

Not much shit in this world to amuse

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

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

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

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

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