This is a song about "Keswick convention"

Roll with a tool so you know that i wreck goons,

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Im givin' you bad luck worse than a black cat

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Sucking's a habit you have adapted

My brain stem is skewed, so expect cadence imbued with it's arrangement

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Who wiled out to break the rules, sprayed a tool, and hated school,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Predicting a storm, remember jack the cat? nah? good, me neither/

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader

Put that tool up to his mouth im busting

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing