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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

His mama told him not to go out in the rain eya-eya o

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

You do not want to get in a collision

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt