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

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Not much shit in this world to amuse

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

They said in my head im not to stable,

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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

You do not want to get in a collision

They say that karats help your vision

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody