This is a song about "Guitar lessons"

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

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

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

We be ballin' hard nigga, we dont teach lessons.

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Cause you got your dream too, whether it be in a race car or playing guitar/

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

I can play binary search better than guitar

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

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

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