This is a song about "Kid who thinks he is cool"

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

This kid thinks he's all the shit

Guess who this rapper is by the fire he brings

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

De la soul is from the soul

He thinks that he can control

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

He says we have no technique, but who is he to critique

Who thinks they're as psycho as me?

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

He thinks he's tall and got muscles

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Forget about being the coolest, cause who is, to decide what cool is?

Blind, damn his so fuken kind he thinks he is better than me

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy