This is a song about "Hippy teachers"

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Teachers said that i was lazy

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Influenced by black hippy but i rep the east you fuck boys need to chill more

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

You see, them other guys pay their mind to your physical features

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

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

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

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

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve