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

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

In 1 , 2 , 3 blaw i will get your ass fucked and you know how

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

Make them more insecure when they caught one

You do not want to get in a collision

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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