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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

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

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

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