This is a song about "Teaching styles"

I'm why baby mamas leave

High styles crumbling leaves

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

These styles that you never see you better be ready

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Teaching y'all the lessons neglected by the teachers

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

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

Teaching ignorant bliss

2 chains, i got 2 bitches

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,