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

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

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

Cold, my style making my nose run

You do not want to get in a collision

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Well baby bot there ain't no question

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

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

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool