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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

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

And now.... i gotta wallow through the crap to find my heart somehow.

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz