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

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

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

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

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

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

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

They gon' love me for my ambition

Fucked up, hatingness areas in the world

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

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

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

Not much shit in this world to amuse

High as shit, i’m in a booth