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

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

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

I walk in and the begin to go "oh no not him"

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

They said in my head im not to stable,

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel