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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

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

Not much shit in this world to amuse

My time with their half-witted reviews

She better be lucky i'm not in the audio to make this diss

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

The pain is horrible and for michael i gotta make it through somehow.

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

And i'm still not ready to pack it in