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

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

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

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

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

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Not much shit in this world to amuse

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

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

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

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

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