This is a song about "How cool am i"

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

I knew there was monastery clues on how to play it cool

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

I call that shit that middle school

I know you think you cool

I don't care how old she is, i'm cool with fucking old whores

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Look in my face see how broken i am

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper