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

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

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

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

You may want to rethink your composition not in the position

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

They say that i never cease to amaze

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

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

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

They said in my head im not to stable,

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

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

Your death's miscella-neous, say hi to mister hades man, these little games