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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

This boa, what's your motivation

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

They said in my head im not to stable,

Tell your girls, to come join our table

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Not much shit in this world to amuse

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

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