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

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

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

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

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

They say your name for attention

And i'm still not ready to pack it in