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

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

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

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

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"

In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,

Acting as packs of chimpanzees, a yack of bleats they ape and pack with bleeps in tapes

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

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

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