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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I can only imagine, uncle bob

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

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

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

You do not want to get in a collision

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance