This is a song about "Life lessons"

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

I write about your part in my life life life

But i've got no intentions of bestowing lessons

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Like college professors the way i teach lessons,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Givin you niggas lessons on how to accept you second

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Off with the horny messes with the awkward lessons he doesn't think as he grows sick to himself

We needin' a change, the drama remains the samei spend my whole life, fightin' myself

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass