This is a song about "How cool i am"

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Nobody knows how alone i really am

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

A parakeet resembles just how high i am