This is a song about "Hippy teachers"

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

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

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

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

Teachers said that i was lazy

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Teachers teach you but leave out the important stuff

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

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

If you feel it, it must be real just

Teachers come to the door with a warrant

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future