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

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

I'm still in pain/it's not easy to explain/i spit lyrics to entertain,things ain't the same

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Not much shit in this world to amuse

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

I make songs about shit for attention

And i'm still not ready to pack it in