This is a song about "Bad student and teachers dont mix"

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

And tarnished image of cool teachers suddenly abloish rules

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

It's a mix of art and science that i use to drop bombs and make scenes silent,

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

"money and blood don't mix

Slappin' teachers and jackin' off in front of my counselors

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

The teachers try to send you out and hang me in

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Fool, i dont spend my life on rappad, im a student in school

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Preachers and teachers, who you think they speakin' to?

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue