This is a song about "Hippy teachers"

That's why you'll find her on the floor

No longer the person teachers adore

Teachers giving lectures

Talking of the gods you serve

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

He could regain some of his rights that’s why he went for a lot of fights with teachers

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

I call em up, they might fall through

Teachers do is tell us what to do

I need my respect, you can keep all the features

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Smoke reefer with ya,hippy teacher nigga, no evil nigga