This is a song about "Moody teachers"

Teaching y'all the lessons neglected by the teachers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

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

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

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Teachers giving lectures

Let's enjoy our younger years

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Teachers said that i was lazy

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

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Teachers do is tell us what to do

And all the shit you went through