This is a song about "Moody teachers"

Clocks tick backwards for hours as teachers stand rhyming in reverse,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Here i go again, falling in love again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Teachers said that i was lazy

Hopin' that my niggas see

Teachers do is tell us what to do

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Teachers say i'm just searching for attention and alibi.

I told her all about how we been living a lie

I never quit never fell ,i became a rap master,oh ya well last massage to teachers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

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