This is a song about "Teaching rap"

We never tattle, let god handle that

To every verse of my rap

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

But its so hard when life be teaching lessons and testing,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Why aint they listening to what krs is teaching,

If i got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

And given to those who are blind, teaching them the well timed purpose of fame.

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,