This is a song about "Cool beat"

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

You going around every where acting cool

Y'all truancy, i'm high school

I know you think you cool

Can't beat the beat generation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

Gotta thank god for keeping my life cool.

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

We cool under one condition

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That high school sounded cool