This is a song about "Teaching manners"

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

We forgot our manners, became actors and ignored the hazards/

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

Teaching y'all the lessons neglected by the teachers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Never get served with manners like "ni hao, bitch"

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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