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

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

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

You do not want to get in a collision

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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