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

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

They said in my head im not to stable,

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

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

When they hear me rocking the groove

Not much shit in this world to amuse

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

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

Frozen, i'm going insane / cloaked like a ghost but i've broken my chains

In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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