This is a song about "Cool things"

Damn, why can i be that cool

I call that shit that middle school

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

If you aint cool with me i aint cool with u

Y'all truancy, i'm high school

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

Kick back and know yo son set

Cool, 'cause i don't get upset

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Not king james, these were coke kings

I mean, i know i'm pretty cool

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

We cool under one condition