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

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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

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

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

It's insane, it flows through my veins, and i could light the bong,

High: that's why they call us planes

Its slain, got hatred in my veins

But it cool cuz i won't flop/

I fucking hate this job

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Hurt runs deep i have to confess it