This is a song about "How cool am i"

Yea, i am cool as ice, i won't be nice.

She's flawless like some uncut ice

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Now how am i supposed to repent when evil is what i represent

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs/

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

Life's about decisions man

For how smart i really am

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

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