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

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

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Not much shit in this world to amuse

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

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

I'm still in pain/it's not easy to explain/i spit lyrics to entertain,things ain't the same

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

If you're not going to cooperate, just get in the trunk

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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