This is a song about "Nate thinks his cool"

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Thinks they can play in my m-o

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Crockadillys be so rad, and cool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

It's apart of her goal

He thinks that he can control

And if ya boy thinks yo a virgin

First off congratulations on the win