This is a song about "Lessons"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Teaching y'all the lessons neglected by the teachers

I need my respect, you can keep all the features

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

Restrained in endless lessons, where time is not a curse

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

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

Over years we learned some lessons,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Teach me your ways, gimme the lessons with no glaze