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

If you're not going to cooperate, just get in the trunk

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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

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

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

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

A far reach from them rap dudes

Not much shit in this world to amuse