This is a song about "Fagget teachers"

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

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

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

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

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Like us, cause were the guys that the teachers discuss

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Clocks tick backwards for hours as teachers stand rhyming in reverse,

But i pull 'em up when i'm passing teachers just in case

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face