This is a song about "Teach me your ways i got something to say"

The real me it's obscene the lesser ways to the table i bring

Can't let the government tell me how my future looking

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Cause i think i got something possed in me

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Something i should of, kept more #attention to before i got consumed/

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Something i craved, mocha has got me jumping, like the birth rate.

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

Teach me your ways, gimme the lessons with no glaze

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Haters always have something else to say

Just to go to liv on a sunday