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

You do not want to get in a collision

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

Well baby bot there ain't no question

She better be lucky i'm not in the audio to make this diss

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

Not to mention, get your 3d glasses on, put it in the third dimension now

Dun want your courtesy bitch i won't bet even my a.tom call me a low brow

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action