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

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

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Tell your girls, to come join our table

They said in my head im not to stable,

Riding around with ms. reece and them

You do not want to get in a collision

When they hear me rocking the groove

Not much shit in this world to amuse

They say that i never cease to amaze

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

I'm still in pain/it's not easy to explain/i spit lyrics to entertain,things ain't the same