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

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

I walk in and the begin to go "oh no not him"

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,

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

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

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

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