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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

You do not want to get in a collision

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

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

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/