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

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

And now.... i gotta wallow through the crap to find my heart somehow.

Not to mention, get your 3d glasses on, put it in the third dimension now

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

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

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

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

They said in my head im not to stable,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Not much shit in this world to amuse

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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