This is a song about "Jessa so cool"

We cool under one condition

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

Now i didnt say we can be cool you gotta loose head so tighten some screws

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

When you feel so dope it ain't even cool for you to get excited with a verse anymore

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

If you aint cool with me i aint cool with u

That's why i still so poor and so cool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school