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

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

They said in my head im not to stable,

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

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

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

And i like my girls with ambition

And i'm still not ready to pack it in