This is a song about "Bieng cool"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

At first i thought you were cool

Then you look like a fucking fool

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool

Cool, 'cause i don't get upset

Kick back and know yo son set

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

I mean, i know i'm pretty cool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Alright cool, let's do this..

That high school sounded cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool