This is a song about "Good manners"

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

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

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

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

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

Talking of the gods you serve

I'm revisiting with no manners

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

Babbling with no manners, singin' like anna, when she first sang to her sister

But i guess its all good

My nigga, no hook

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

But don’t make this seem like i’m good

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

We forgot our manners, became actors and ignored the hazards