This is a song about "Training"

Training my craftship using people for practice

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

After all the training you gonna wanna abort

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Stared at triangle with an eye while training

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Restrained as david ayer's training day, pavin' ways, makin' change

Hit you from a block away

Like denzel from training day

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Them niggas pissed, need potty training

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Training my craftship using people for practice