This is a song about "Cool losers"

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Only losers obey yolo, ass hole, so go home

Conservative shit but the losers is striking we stay where the kites retaliate

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Y'all truancy, i'm high school

That high school sounded cool

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

I know that love it could begin

We cool under one condition

That's the sound of my tool

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

I know you think you cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool