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

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

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

Tell your girls, to come join our table

They said in my head im not to stable,

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

About bullshit and the truth not sure which one to believe in

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position