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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Not much shit in this world to amuse

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

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

We pray while we prey on competition

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Fucked up, hatingness areas in the world

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

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

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

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Tell your girls, to come join our table

They said in my head im not to stable,