This is a song about "To kool"

Smoke ? you know it taste good

To dictate how to look,

A twenty somethin cup

To be trucker's to chuck

To even try, afraid to..

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

Never wrong at any level

To rap to my full potential

To complain to him or her

I am the streets, the future

Don't want to go to hell

Shows to do, got record to sell