This is a song about "About how cool i am"

I don't care how old she is, i'm cool with fucking old whores

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Well how about i murder you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Sometimes i wonder how you feel about me

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

What could he rap about, cuz i know he ain't cool.

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

For how smart i really am

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

How about another day i fix this?

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

I am forbidden to speak about what i was spoken

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none