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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

She better be lucky i'm not in the audio to make this diss

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Family making funeral preparations they told me reap what you sow

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