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

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

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

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

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

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see