This is a song about "Really cool sunglasses"

Higher than high school

That high school sounded cool

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool

Realistically they really

It's no longer a new jack city

Cool, 'cause i don't get upset

My god come before this bread

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

At first i thought you were cool