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

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

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

But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

I walk in and the begin to go "oh no not him"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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