This is a song about "Guy that thinks hes so cool"

So like i said before don't act a fool

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

I'm usually a cool guy but now you got my temper heated

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

That's why i still so poor and so cool

Thuggin' till the day i die

Hopin hes the right guy

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

I don't have time to poke back that strange guy that thinks i know him,

Everybody finger point in your direction

Hes squishing it in his hands, wishing that pill was candy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Never had a chance to try

Im just that type of guy