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

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

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

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

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

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

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,