This is a song about "Im coolin"

Im stubborn and im ignorant,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Im gonna be rapping till im decomposed

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Keep coolin', pour wine and dine all these dimes i see

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Im in these streets im gettin paid

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Im still loaded, im loaded

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

You just gotta be strong

To guess the shit im on, im gone

Im confused and distressed, happy yet im depressed

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

By a brotha who was hopeless

Im mad as fuck im god damn ferocious,