This is a song about "Psychotic teachers"

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

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

To blast again on another nigga claiming his insane or psychotic

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

They start turning psychotic

I become psychotic without you, i become insane,

Ambition is my shit and i put that on my name

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit