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

Not much shit in this world to amuse

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

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

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

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Right now im still in the dark, not for long i hope to catch that spark.

In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,

Acting as packs of chimpanzees, a yack of bleats they ape and pack with bleeps in tapes