This is a song about "Being cool"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

At first i thought you were cool

Damn, why can i be that cool

That's the sound of my tool

I dreamed of being that cool kid who rapped without a blueprint

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

We cool under one condition

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Cool cucumber, smooth charmer, snake bite

This is everything that we call hype

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

For us to find our way

Not cool, is what i say

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

You going around every where acting cool