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

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Right now im still in the dark, not for long i hope to catch that spark.

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance