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

Acting as packs of chimpanzees, a yack of bleats they ape and pack with bleeps in tapes

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

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

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

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

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

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