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

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

And i love your mind and ambition

But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

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

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

You do not want to get in a collision

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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

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

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion