This is a song about "How cool i am"

Look in my face see how broken i am

But let me inspire someone who can

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

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

After these, how can i hate that you're confused on who i am; when even more i

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

"if i do that, then how am i gonna blow bitch?

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

If you aint cool with me i aint cool with u

I do not mind if i am not cool

I call that shit that middle school