This is a song about "The cool nick"

You can hear it in my lyrics

Oh and fuck all the cool kids

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Stay cool calm collected, let all the emotions just zimmer

Still we be praying that the weather stop playing and cool the tropics

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

So cool the bitches, they scatter

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Cool and calm, y'all gnawing on the fruit loops

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Hot and cool when i spit, the air just popped

Im the coolest of cool look at my hair do

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo