This is a song about "Drazzy the coolest"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Forget about being the coolest, cause who is, to decide what cool is?

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Than i walk out the room like im the coolest nigga to hit america,

Collapsing you coolest like my flow is the newest

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!