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

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

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

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Not much shit in this world to amuse

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business