This is a song about "Life people teachers"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

I wanna be next to you

Teachers do is tell us what to do

No longer the person teachers adore

I got soul, there's more in store

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

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

People tellin u i condemn u to a bad life

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

And all these teachers treat us like some fools

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Who wipes the life of people swiping purses so i can swipe it perfect

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

1, 2, 3 people in 1, life for me, is it done?