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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

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

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

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

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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

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