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

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

If you're not going to cooperate, just get in the trunk

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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