This is a song about "Guitar lessons"

Like college professors the way i teach lessons,

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

We've all got questions to ask, lessons to learn outside a class

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Oh well, i guess it's best to test, we learn lessons with,

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

You on the ground restin,im a fucking killer teachin lyrical lessons,

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

But i've got no intentions of bestowing lessons

She likes the way it hits her lips

Over years we learned some lessons,

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

The lessons gotta start from the start