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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

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

And now.... i gotta wallow through the crap to find my heart somehow.

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,

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

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin