This is a song about "Teaching"

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

I'm true to me, speak freely, call me daddy teaching you the birds and bees,

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

Teaching a lesson to them lunatics

Not king james, these were coke kings

Teaching ignorant bliss

Arrogant when i finish

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

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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