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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

If thats not proof enough to cause a rude erupt in your uterus

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

With your friends and get blazed, talking about bitches, or playing video games

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

You females don't understand i'm in no mood for games/it's a damn shame/ how

Not to mention, get your 3d glasses on, put it in the third dimension now

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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