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

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

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

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

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

About bullshit and the truth not sure which one to believe in

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

You do not want to get in a collision

If thats not proof enough to cause a rude erupt in your uterus

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

Now imma hit this beat like pow everybody's eye's open and they say wow