This is a song about "How cool am i"

Call the network dipset family ties

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

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

It's clear to me now, but i am not sure how

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

The race war, when it's us against all of them

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

And my momma keep smoking that shit

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

I call that shit that middle school

I know you think you cool