This is a song about "Teaching manners"

I'm about to teach you some manners.

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

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

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

With temple in you mind its big homie canvaz teaching you the blessings

They play with antlers as if it's okay to forget manners

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Teaching y'all the lessons neglected by the teachers

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks