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

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

About bullshit and the truth not sure which one to believe in

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

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

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world