This is a song about "Potty training"

Training my craftship using people for practice

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Stared at triangle with an eye while training

Restrained as david ayer's training day, pavin' ways, makin' change

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

After all the training you gonna wanna abort

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Like d. lector and g-mo i got a potty mouth

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house