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

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

She said it really dont matter if its real though

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin