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

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

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

Not much shit in this world to amuse

High as shit, i’m in a booth

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

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

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

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

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

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons