This is a song about "Teaching fools"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

No time to recoup teaching us our lives are all that matter

Teaching ignorant bliss

Well, we are the roses

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Keep it cool and drop stool on fools

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

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Breaking rules are for fools

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

And phlo finister teaching me how to hide my emo-tions