This is a song about "Im gonna teach"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Im gonna beat that bitch like i'm mike vick

I can always depend on my mama

Im do what i wanna,you fools gonna,

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Me, but im gonna have you try

Im gonna stay on your brain

Grown men in this game

It's time for some change to commence

One day im gonna follow in ur steps

Im gonna be rapping till im decomposed

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

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