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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

His mama told him not to go out in the rain eya-eya o

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

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

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

They said in my head im not to stable,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

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

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

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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