This is a song about "You can t teach this"

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

I'm about to teach you some manners.

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Cause it's full of love and can teach hate

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

We might be back in this baby

Asking "will you teach me?"

Imma just teach you the kinda shit that you need,

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

And like mos def's mathematics,teach you physics