This is a song about "Cold attitude"

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

With illusion's confident lyrics and internal rhymes with attitude and the cool

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

Better change this attitude, unless i wanna be down on the floor

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Cuz you have to have talent and the right attitude

Skipping class and growing cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

And an attitude, cuz imma badder dude, feeding the rap fiends

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds