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

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Not much shit in this world to amuse

And i love your mind and ambition

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin