This is a song about "Taught me"

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Trshady taught me to write entertainment

You taught me many things, and opened my eyes

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Since the information taught is worthless as gossip

Okay man you do the drop

Clouded thought was taught by an onslaught

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

Because bigotry inside their household is surely taught,

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

She likes the way it hits her lips

The nightstand taught me i need a guidance

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

I learn from experience and it taught me well