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

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

If you're not going to cooperate, just get in the trunk

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

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

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

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

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

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Its cold as shit in this booth

Not much shit in this world to amuse