This is a song about "Fagget teachers"

Fucking teachers, what the fuck is wrong with y'all

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Teachers teach you but leave out the important stuff

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Like us, cause were the guys that the teachers discuss

She was confused because i am usually a teachers pet

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Another day as i step out the door

No longer the person teachers adore