This is a song about "Nate thinks his cool"

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

Me and nate steppin' through heavens gate

Im washin off another plate

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

Everyone thinks i’m nothing but trouble,

Of finding myself as an individual

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

He thinks that he can control

Who thinks by his technique i would be terrified to speak

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Thats wacker than miley cyrus!!!so nate do this,,,and nate do that,,,

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap