This is a song about "Music teachers"

Wear sunnies all day so the teachers couldn't tell

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Teachers do is tell us what to do

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

Teachers said that i was lazy

Yeah, it's all natural baby

No longer the person teachers adore

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

Preachers and teachers, who you think they speakin' to?

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit