This is a song about "Guitar lessons"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Like the only lessons we get are these sessions from depressed adolescents.

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

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

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Givin fat albert eatin lessons like some kinda snl parody,

Been ignorant to the lessons that life teaches/

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

If i could prevent anything by learning lessons

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band