This is a song about "The cool nick"

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

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

Good love then i can do that for her

So cool the bitches, they scatter

I'mma let you hang chick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

Stay cool calm collected, let all the emotions just zimmer

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

The who, what, where and the when, i need to cool down

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Summon up the devil i can handle him, it's cool