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

Its cold as shit in this booth

Not much shit in this world to amuse

In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

With a little bit of passion

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school