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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Not much shit in this world to amuse

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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

They said in my head im not to stable,

I’m a factor and your facial

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

And now.... i gotta wallow through the crap to find my heart somehow.

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