This is a song about "My guidance counselor"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Y’all giving thugs some guidance, it’s a sharp mentality,

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

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

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

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

What happened to the old shit, seems we’ve lost our guidance,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

I need guidance in my life sometimes hustle is hard to bear

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings