This is a song about "Tryna cool it down but it runs in my veins"

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Sometimes i let it soak its reachin' down in my soul

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

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

You can tell by your so called diss jealousy runs it,

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Down and i knew it, i was young but i felt it

But when it goes bad, they'll be the ones tryna deny it

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

But im doin it wit style so the playground thinks im cool

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Their voice when i shut down they rejoice. cool it yo here he goes

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Alien dna in my veins and delivery.