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

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

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

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

Stand up misses i love your ambition

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips