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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

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

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

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

You do not want to get in a collision

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

Acting as packs of chimpanzees, a yack of bleats they ape and pack with bleeps in tapes

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