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

You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme

So let's have a toast, everything fine

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

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

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I walk in and the begin to go "oh no not him"

Everybody finger point in your direction

They said in my head im not to stable,

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position