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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Dun want your courtesy bitch i won't bet even my a.tom call me a low brow

Not to mention, get your 3d glasses on, put it in the third dimension now

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

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

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

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Right now im still in the dark, not for long i hope to catch that spark.

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Not much shit in this world to amuse

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

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

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