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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Not much shit in this world to amuse

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

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

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

If you're not going to cooperate, just get in the trunk

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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