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

She better be lucky i'm not in the audio to make this diss

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

They said in my head im not to stable,

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

Your death's miscella-neous, say hi to mister hades man, these little games

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool