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

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

They said in my head im not to stable,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Well baby bot there ain't no question

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

Right now im still in the dark, not for long i hope to catch that spark.

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

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

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