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

But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

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

You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme

Promise me you won't step out of line

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven