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

Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

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

But the same deposition take it every time

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

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