This is a song about "History teachers"

You tend to repeat yourself like history

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

But five years from now i bet she see

Had a place in history

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

We’re playing the game and saying names to make history,

Know just what your worth

Teachers giving lectures

Trying to catch me riding dirty

I'll make you history...

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

No longer the person teachers adore

Teachers said that i was lazy

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby