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

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Im the souths slaughterhouse dont doubt whatchu aint thought about, i dont bring em

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

Maybe i'll teach you something about how we deal with strife.

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

It's obvious i'm crazy

They tryna find the best in me

Evertime i try to speak, they immediatey go into berzerk mode,

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

And give a fuck about what the teacher tryna instruct

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Haters society bitching they don't teach you shit screaming about some

But i think i like that, just maybe

They tryna see the end of me