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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Not much shit in this world to amuse

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

You do not want to get in a collision

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

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

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

About bullshit and the truth not sure which one to believe in

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see