This is a song about "Fuck teachers"

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

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

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

For real, how come the teachers of certain morals have failed

Teachers come to the door with a warrant

Fuck you if you feelin' different

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

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

Teachers said that i was lazy

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Teaching y'all the lessons neglected by the teachers

So get up, its time to start nation building

Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping