This is a song about "Fuck teachers"

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

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

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Teaching y'all the lessons neglected by the teachers

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

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Teachers told biggie smalls he'd be a trash man

Teachers said that i was lazy

God mc oh my god you gotta see

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