This is a song about "My guidance counselor"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Your'e lost in the sirens, you need me for guidance,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I'm planning out steathy violence without no guidance to guide me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Any other young motherfuckers who hear this need lots of guidance,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I need some mental or parental guidance,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

The nightstand taught me i need a guidance

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

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

We save your asses you will find your guidance