This is a song about "Lessons"

Over years we learned some lessons,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Like college professors the way i teach lessons,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Been ignorant to the lessons that life teaches/

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

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

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

Considering rappad the world's greatest accomplishments n' inventions

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

The lessons gotta start from the start

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Givin you niggas lessons on how to accept you second