This is a song about "Bad students and teacher"

And give a fuck about what the teacher tryna instruct

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

But instead we ignored the students and became rap mutants

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Of bad bitches and good tree

Cause we done did that

Told me whats good and bad

When i am mad, and things look bad/

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

I pipe in and one night her

I wish i had a teacher

And i got that bait, they all bad

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

I'm everything that they call nice

It spreads bad tempers and tragedies