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

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

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

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

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

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

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

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool