This is a song about "Music teachers"

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Wear sunnies all day so the teachers couldn't tell

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Don't you dare play dirty don't you be teachers pet and nice

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

I also have a cutie to call

No longer the person teachers adore

Music is money, money isn't music

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

And all these teachers treat us like some fools

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

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