This is a song about "My guidance counselor"

There's people in this world set aside to give you guidance

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Saying your the man, you don’t need guidance.

[g] great gestures gear towards great guidance, geronimo,

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Saying your the man, you don’t need guidance.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

That binds us, it defines us, there's no guidance? god? no evidence,

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure