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

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

If thats not proof enough to cause a rude erupt in your uterus

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

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

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish