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

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

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

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

All wale talking is ambition

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,