This is a song about "How cool i am"

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

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

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

And all women who had light features, see

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

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

I do not mind if i am not cool

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

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

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them