This is a song about "Teaching styles"

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

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

Teaching y'all the lessons neglected by the teachers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Discontinue/ unleashing the deadly mc demon teaching these schoolchildren/

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

These styles that you never see you better be ready

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free