This is a song about "Nate thinks his cool"

Higher than high school

I know you think you cool

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,

I call that shit that middle school

That high school sounded cool

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Crockadillys be so rad, and cool

Everyone thinks i’m nothing but trouble,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Me and nate steppin' through heavens gate

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight