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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

The pain is horrible and for michael i gotta make it through somehow.

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

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

I walk in and the begin to go "oh no not him"

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

Im sayin one night my love is like that

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

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

She better be lucky i'm not in the audio to make this diss