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

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

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

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

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

They said in my head im not to stable,

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

The race war, when it's us against all of them

You do not want to get in a collision