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

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

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

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Not much shit in this world to amuse

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win