This is a song about "Home and cool"

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

And there's little to be glad for

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

They think the rock is cool, they take and make it then,

I never skipped a class, got good grades, and i played it cool,

But me and my brother never made it out school

But i know, and y'all know it was cool//

And my main bitch, she just started school

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Crockadillys be so rad, and cool

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Isn't cool at your home or your school.its the innocent kids that go home and cry