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

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

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

You do not want to get in a collision

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

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

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

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

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though