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

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

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

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

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

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

You do not want to get in a collision

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

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