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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

They said in my head im not to stable,

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

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

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

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

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

Oh-kay, here's the situation

And i'm still not ready to pack it in