This is a song about "Life people teachers"

I been seeing the faces of people that have died in my life

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

People tellin u i condemn u to a bad life

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

No longer the person teachers adore

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

But i pull 'em up when i'm passing teachers just in case

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

When people thinking they tight, thinking they rapping is life,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

If people shit on you all your life and left you there out cold,