This is a song about "He is cool he s mad he wants everybody to say who i am"

Lying to yourself, all over an image

And he gotta fresh twist cause he cool with my bitch

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

He wants me, he wrote my name on his arm and

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

How could he do that to those who he claims to love,

The one who listens i hope he learns!

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Carl he's cool, everybody thats following me except lucyfur he can't seem to figure

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

He says we have no technique, but who is he to critique

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Amit says he wants to do it, well i guess we gotta do it

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

But come on, he is better and i just say the true.