This is a song about "Killing teachers"

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

I mean look at my features, educated my teachers

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

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

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

Preachers and teachers, who you think they speakin' to?

Hey your honor, is you kidding

On this mission that im killing,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Slappin' teachers and jackin' off in front of my counselors

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

No longer the person teachers adore

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