This is a song about "Teaching fools"

And now you fools better be clapping

I love the way you're standing

Keep it cool and drop stool on fools

And still got my nike boots

Teaching you how i work, let's get back to the basics/

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Spitting on the mic with no saliva teaching all of'em educationally

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

And all these teachers treat us like some fools

Constant battles of fools

Niggas die over shoes

Why aint they listening to what krs is teaching,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

And you kids are just silly fools.

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes