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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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

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

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

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

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

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Chasing money in the city of crime

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

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

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