This is a song about "Music teachers"

Music is money, money isn't music

She's cute but her forehead's big

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Teachers come to the door with a warrant

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

And all these teachers treat us like some fools

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Talking of the gods you serve

Teachers giving lectures

Knowing when its over blastin music

I never crack i got that chap stick

They always called me tripod in school, even the teachers be like

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse