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

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

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

But people say you'll find a way to insert another love somehow.

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

His mama told him not to go out in the rain eya-eya o

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart