This is a song about "Teaching"

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,

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

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

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Discontinue/ unleashing the deadly mc demon teaching these schoolchildren/

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Spitting on the mic with no saliva teaching all of'em educationally

Teaching a lesson to them lunatics

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again