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

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

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

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Not much shit in this world to amuse