This is a song about "Chris is cool"

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

The fuck is up, nothing punk, you think that fucking you're cool

Where people spraying their tools, which is playing it cool,

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

The only cool thing i can say is that i gave you my heart too soon

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

Being able to collab is so cool

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Forget about being the coolest, cause who is, to decide what cool is?

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

My talent should take me places i've never been

My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,