This is a song about "Im gonna teach"

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Im gonna teach raps nothing without

That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

Well im going in never gonna stop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Im gonna get glad at you fucking fags

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Bitches ain't around one thou

Im not gonna take this shit now

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

I cant live anymore knowing that im gonna go soon

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

Youve got your own problems that im not gonna claim

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Those tits im gonna squeeze