This is a song about "Cool beans"

Malcolm x, by any means

And has the magic beans

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

Cool cucumber, smooth charmer, snake bite

Ain't that how black's do it, right

I call that shit that middle school

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

At first i thought you were cool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

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

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Im doper then dopamine,overdosing on coke and beans

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

The hostile picasso, but played it cool