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

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

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

Not much shit in this world to amuse

My time with their half-witted reviews

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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