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

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

You're my next student and bitch, class is now in session

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I hate that i feel bad when u dont reply

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

I mix it with, six different liquors and

My bitch roll the kush: we smoking japanese

It spreads bad tempers and tragedies

Better than college, after that, students home

Bad bitches all around me dont need em got my own

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

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