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

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

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

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

And i like my girls with ambition

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons