This is a song about "Stool"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

So i step down off the step stool im the next tool faggot rapper/

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

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

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

I wasn't gonna let no poser use me as some stepping stool,

It wont be you hitting me with a bar stool,

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

Of your desk stool, until you mess up, then the messiah of rap flows

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Sick of the ridacule, im bout to get rid of cool,shit a stool,

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Black ass nigga my shit and stool

That's the sound of my tool

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Keep it cool and drop stool on fools