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

Its cold as shit in this booth

Not much shit in this world to amuse

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

I walk in and the begin to go "oh no not him"

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

They said in my head im not to stable,

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

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