This is a song about "History teachers"

You tend to repeat yourself like history

And all women who had light features, see

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

They say i talk like im god body

History, like yo clique will be

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

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

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

I'm cold on the cold turkey

So look at your history

But make sure if they do see

I'll make you history...

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see