This is a song about "Cool down"

Alright cool, let's do this..

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

So like i said before don't act a fool

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

Gotta thank god for keeping my life cool.

At first i thought you were cool

That's the sound of my tool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

But me and my brother never made it out school

The hostile picasso, but played it cool