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

My time with their half-witted reviews

Not much shit in this world to amuse

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

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

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

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

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

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign