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

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

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

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

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