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

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

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

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

You females don't understand i'm in no mood for games/it's a damn shame/ how

Not to mention, get your 3d glasses on, put it in the third dimension now

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Promise me you won't step out of line

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

In my town whites not even allowed to rap