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

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

I'm still in pain/it's not easy to explain/i spit lyrics to entertain,things ain't the same

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion