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

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

You do not want to get in a collision

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

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

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

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

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

They said in my head im not to stable,