This is a song about "Fagget teachers"

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Teachers come to the door with a warrant

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Teachers teach you but leave out the important stuff

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

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Like us, cause were the guys that the teachers discuss

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

They always called me tripod in school, even the teachers be like

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right