This is a song about "We cool"

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

At first i thought you were cool

Back in tha old school

Cool young kings trying to make a name houston is where we came

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

Beef shit its over im through, now i didnt say we can be cool you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

We cool under one condition

Girl listen, trying to position

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Now i didnt say we can be cool you gotta loose head so tighten some screws

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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