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

Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

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

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

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

This pain she inherit can't be reversed

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

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

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different