This is a song about "Guidance"

There's people in this world set aside to give you guidance

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

Any other young motherfuckers who hear this need lots of guidance,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

I'm planning out steathy violence without no guidance to guide me

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

What happened to the old shit, seems we’ve lost our guidance,

Saying your the man, you don’t need guidance.

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

We were striding through life, they were a guidance of light

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

The nightstand taught me i need a guidance

Penncounting pennys over tha years

I need some mental or parental guidance,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns