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

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

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

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

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

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.