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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Not much shit in this world to amuse

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

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

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

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

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

In my head theres no place to escape what is not