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

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

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

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

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Not to mention, get your 3d glasses on, put it in the third dimension now

Dun want your courtesy bitch i won't bet even my a.tom call me a low brow

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card