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

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

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

Right now im still in the dark, not for long i hope to catch that spark.

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

About bullshit and the truth not sure which one to believe in

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

I walk in and the begin to go "oh no not him"

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

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

You do not want to get in a collision

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen