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

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

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

You do not want to get in a collision

Cold, my style making my nose run

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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

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

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

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