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

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

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

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

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

You do not want to get in a collision

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

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

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

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

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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