This is a song about "Hippy teachers"

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Bullies were first next were the teachers then later to the principal

And all these teachers treat us like some fools

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

And while these niggas keep hating, they be asking for features

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers

No longer the person teachers adore

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

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

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

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Don't you dare play dirty don't you be teachers pet and nice