This is a song about "Shakul pant so kool pant"

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

But we still real brothers

So many amateurs

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

And we'll keep goin' back to kool herc, turntables and mic

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Its so sad that theyre so hated

Around her i'm apathetic so

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Okay then baby, let's take flight, don't pant or rant

I been flowin so smooth and so heavenly/

And i got a little big, keep it low key

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school