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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

They said in my head im not to stable,

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

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

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

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

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

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Not much shit in this world to amuse

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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