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

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

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.

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Not much shit in this world to amuse

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool