This is a song about "Bad teachers"

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

School was a bummer; all the teachers act with high notoriety

I never quit never fell ,i became a rap master,oh ya well last massage to teachers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

And all these teachers treat us like some fools

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

No longer the person teachers adore

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Fuck cops, fuck teachers wondering if i've hit maturity

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Don't you dare play dirty don't you be teachers pet and nice