This is a song about "Good manners"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

We forgot our manners, became actors and ignored the hazards

Or maybe i'm just too good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Penncounting pennys over tha years

I'm about to teach you some manners.

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Stammer with ya manners and the ring on my finger

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

We forgot our manners, became actors and ignored the hazards/

But all that comes out is my eccentric manners; it screws up all my looks

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

I wish i’ll never see you again

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

"no malcolm, you're just too damn good"

Call levi's we can see about the home cook