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

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

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

They said in my head im not to stable,

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Not much shit in this world to amuse

Not to mention, get your 3d glasses on, put it in the third dimension now

The pain is horrible and for michael i gotta make it through somehow.

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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