This is a song about "They aint tryna teach the youths about illlum"

Your rap is #mindfucked, your #flat line's stuck, my verse on the mic's like an #assit #burns!

Knb bro fuck the haters, they traitors, tryna control you like they some dictators

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Sellin’ crack to the youths, who just take it in,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

I'm a wigga who aint gon rap that much about the streets.

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

Tryna knock the hustles but im fighting it if you aint wit it hit the road

And i bet he aint into half the shit he say or talk about

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

All they care about is the grades,

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

You ain't seen shit yet, yeezy's about to teach you