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

Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Feel your pot as it courses through your veins.

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

It's flowin' through my veins, but every time i try to flow it rains,

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

I got rap in my veins, blood in my eyes, tears down my cheek

We popping bottles, it don't stop

But it cool cuz i won't flop/

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

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit