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

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

I'm still in pain/it's not easy to explain/i spit lyrics to entertain,things ain't the same

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

They said in my head im not to stable,

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

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

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

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

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio