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

She better be lucky i'm not in the audio to make this diss

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

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

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

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

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

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

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