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

You do not want to get in a collision

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

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

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Is it possible at the same moment in time

You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

I walk in and the begin to go "oh no not him"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And i'm still not ready to pack it in